A Parent’s Lament

I have posted this before, long ago, but I doubt many remember it. Am quoting from memory, so it might have a tiny miss here or there:

Warm summer sun,

Shine brightly here.

Warm southern winds

Blow softly here.

Green sod above,

Lie light, lie light.

Good night, dear heart,

Good night, good night.

Mark Twain wrote it while grieving for his first-born daughter. It is short and simple, but the more times you read it while considering that, the more telling it becomes... and the longer forever feels.