Do you suppose they meet like us
To lend support and love?
As we assemble, do they gather too,
Watching from above?
Do you suppose they ask our God
To care for parents, here?
Just as we beseech Him
To hold our children dear?
Do you suppose, among themselves,
They comfort one another?
Whean they see deep grief consume
Their Father or their Mother?
Do you suppose, together,
They wipe away our tears?
Holding hands, as we do,
To cleanse away our fears?
Do you suppose they listen
To the breaking hearts we share?
As we tell our stories
Our tragedies laid bare?
And, do you suppose they know the Truth,
These children whom we adore?
Knowing fully that God's Love
In abundance He will outpout?
And, do you suppose they understand
Far better than we mortals?
That peace and joy and soul's content
Await us at the portals?
And, do you suppose until the day
They see us face to face
They're tugging on God's heartstrings
To keep us in His Grace?
Los Osos, CA.