They say everything is for a reason
But sometimes we can’t understand
What on earth the reason could be
Why should something this awful be planned?
A life that just wasn’t to be
Why that is, not one of us knows
But we know that as well as the highs
Life serves us up sometimes real lows
You were hoped for and wanted, wee Maisie
And would have been shown so much love
But this wasn’t your moment to be here on earth
You were called to that place up above
So you won’t this time meet your sweet mother
And you won’t get to smile at your dad
And you won’t have the good things in life
But dear Maisie you won’t have the bad
You’ll never know terror or fear
Childhood illness will bring you no harm
No wars will disturb your peace
No criminals will cause you alarm
So we don’t know just why you’ve been chosen
But you’re safe now sweet Maisie, sleep sound
And know that we all will be waiting
‘Till we meet, the next time around
©Joanne Ross
August 2009
