Mom was looking through my Nan's (my dad's mother's) old bible and came across this poem. Martha is still with us, isn't she...
Somehow, the sunlit world is grey
A small boy went to school today,
So often in these few years
Of healing hurts and mending tears
Of picking playthings off the floor
Of running often to the door
To see if he were safe at play,
The awful fear that he might stray
On eager, fearless baby feet
Into the crowded city street.
One thought has been a placid pool.
He'll soon be old enough for school.
And he was old enough today
Yet all the sunlit world is grey
So soon my rooms grow orderly
With no small boy to bother me.
But quiet rooms are lonely things
When in their walls no small boy sings,
A quiet yard's a lonely place
When it has known a small boy's face
Today he joined the world of men
He'll not be wholly mine again
Today he braved life's rise and fall-
Dear Lord he seems so very small.
Somehow the sunlit world seems gray
My baby went to school today.