especially at easter when we think of what Jesus did for us on the the cross but this is a poem dedicated to his mum

A woman sits alone and cries
At a table, empty and wide.
Remembers a time, laughter and talk.
Were the things to make her spirit sing.

Remembers those things we will never know,
The first smile, the first kiss
The word of love, so long ago
The precious son she held so close.

Now she sits and cries,
And often asks the reason why,
Why did you give, him then take him away
For a world full of sin and woe.

But as she walks to a sad dark tomb
She meets an angel who said “do not fear”,
He’s no longer there. He is alive

Now there’s rejoicing in her heart,
Now she knows the reason why,
Jesus died to set them free,
And gave his spirit eternally.