This Isn't Goodbye
Only eighteen -
Why take you away?
God sent you to us -
To brighten our days.
But then he felt your pain,
And heard your plea -
So he whispered in the wind,
“Child, come home to me.”
Your plea for help,
His whisper in the night -
Love poured from above,
And your soul took flight.
Your precious eyes closed,
Your cries were stilled.
A vacant spot in Heaven,
Was wondrously filled.
The angels did sing,
A loving tune,
While here we cried -
“God, it's too soon.”
Yet within we know,
God's promise is true -
We'll be together again,
When this life is through.
So as Heaven rejoices,
And your spirit rides high,
Know always, we love you,
And, this isn't Goodbye.
- Deborah J Coster
- published 1999 and 2000
(This was written in 1998 to my nephew Earl Gene Coster whom we lost a month after he had turned 18)
Earl was a depressed teenager, we lost him to bipolar depression and teen suicide. If you know a teenager who is depressed, please find them help, talk to them, reach out to them.
