The Open Door
You, my son
Have shown me God.
Your kiss upon my cheek
Has made me feel
the gentle touch
Of Him who leads us on.
The memory of your smile,
when young,
reveals His face.
As mellowing years come on
apace,
And when you went before,
You left the gates of Heaven
ajar
That I might glimpse
approaching from afar
the glories of His grace.
Hold, son, my hand,
guide me along the path
that, coming,
I may stumble not,
nor roam,
nor fail to show the way
which leads us Home.
by Grace Anna Coolidge
(wife of President Calvin Coolidge)
on the death of their 16-year-old son,
Calvin, Jr., from blood poisoning .
Among the comments President Coolidge made about the death
of his son was the following: "When he went, the
power and glory of the presidency
went with him."
If anyone knows any reason why I would not be permitted
to post this poignant lovely poem on this site,
please let me know, and I will remove it
immediately. Thank you.
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