Aurora
 
 
Part lost is my soul,
but not lost my hope.
My strength still remains;
I am able to cope.
For on this day
when my child has been taken,
I look towards the heavens.
I’ve not been forsaken.

The sun darts back
and forth in between
clusters of clouds,
yet few shadows are seen.
For there shining through
is a hope which will brighten,
and fade all the sorrow;
my burden’s to lighten.