It cannot be that long ago
He ran to us in falling snow
With awkward grace, a child of three.
It seems just yesterday to me.

We missed his birth, we were away
In sunny isles with palms asway.
Returned that day to cold prairie,
It seems but yesterday to me.

Inside that storm we found a sun;
A snowsuit red concealed this one.
First out the door, to greet, to see.
It was just yesterday, to me.

Cousins! he sang, his face agleam.
We gathered round as moths to beam,
The cold forgot, so warm his glow.
It cannot be that long ago.

Six years, just ev’ry now and then,
‘Twas all we had, then left again.
How love endured I’ll never know.
It must not be that long ago.

Tho years apart, each time returned,
No matter we were changed or burned,
Cousins! we’d sing, and back we’d flow.
For truth, it was not long ago.

I missed his death, tho knew it near,
Denied his fate with bitter tear.
Then prayed for healing, saw him free,
It seems just yesterday to me,
For free he was, in God’s own way.
And mem’ry turned, that sun filled day,
To small red bundle, falling snow,
Because it was not long ago.

First out the door, again, to greet
New life, old friends and kin replete.
When next we meet, I know he’ll say
We said good-bye just yesterday.

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