Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.
Psalm 30:5b
Duck quack, quack
duck quack, quack;
wiggle, waddle,
wiggle, waddle,
duck quack, quack!
It was a sober moment.
Six children gathered
as their grandfather
fought the battle of
his life and would soon
lose it to his cancer.
It was late afternoon,
sun warmed chilled air,
I can’t remember the
season, only children
who soon would know
the pains of ugly grief.
It was then my young son
adapted the tune above;
wiggling and waddling as
he sang; soon all the kids
followed lined up in a row.
Joy came in midst of grief.
Patti Wolf 