To a Child Gone I thought I was ahead of you in line. You would take your turn After I took mine, Like we did before. I guess you didn't need new shoes For starting heaven, Or a light left on against the dark The way I always did. But I'm so used to parenting I wanted to be there -- To do whatever needed to be done. But you went first. And now, my little one, Suddenly you are my senior. Morning, I know, will come. But, bring close your light -- This time it is I who fear the night. --Carol Lyn Pearson