Billy, Epilolgue
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It was so confusing that day
When the mirror was cloudy,
The birds hushed their singing,
And a yellow hued haze
Covered the setting sun.
In a perfect world,
The music would still be playing,
The coffee would still be brewing,
And Billy wouldn’t be dead.
But it’s not a perfect world,
And it is I who must accept the fact
That he will no longer be coming over,
And that the flesh is fleeting,
And that I must try hard
Not to ask why.
In this imperfect world,
I need to realize that Billy was just ours,
On loan from God.
And that it was I
Who had to hug a grieving mother,
Gazing at the pictures,
As she bid her son goodbye.
In a perfect world, I would remember
That Billy's brain is now whole,
His legs work perfectly,
And that he is on his way
To a bigger and better life.
In a perfect world,
I wouldn’t hate the ones they suspect
Are his killers.
I would remember
That they are where they’re at
In their progression,
And that they have a long way to go
In reaching perfection.
Please, dear God,
Help me
To make this, my world, perfect
Once again.
By Morning Song
© 2008 Morning Song
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