After years of caring; <br /> <br />Comes the day, when the children depart, <br />for pastures new, for them a new start, <br />leaving you with a emptiness in your heart. <br /> <br />Comes the day, when things you have wanted to do, <br />cannot now, for you, ever come true, <br />they just become dreams you can no longer pursue. <br /> <br />Comes the day, when everything seem to go slow speed, <br />the body and brain have gone to seed, <br />and all the 'aids' on offer are what you need. <br /> <br />Comes the day, when you become a burden there, <br />for someone else to take on and bear, <br />until one rises up to dwell in our Redeemers care. <br /> <br />Comes the day, when the Heavens for you, open wide, <br />your life will begin again on the other side, <br />and with our Lord, you will, with his love, abide. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comes-the-day/
