May 6, 2019
The small boy wiped away his tears and looking up at me he said,
“What would joy be like without pain?
What would a garden be like without rain?
If everyday was happy, would that not be sad?
If we had no winter, would the spring bloom still shine?
If there was no darkness, would we ever see the light?”
I picked him up, gave him a hug and whispered quietly, “You were gone so long, I didn’t realise I missed you.”
