To mourn the loss of the possibilities

Two possibilities were lost, when first they wed,
confident she was, of these possibilities.

This then, the request, a priesthood blessing,
to ward off the loss, of the possibilities.

Still,  then came the loss, this, then day.
This then his personal Gethsemane.

Then came the new, possibilities,
provided by the one, that loved them all.

Thus comes a life, of raising,
their possibilities.

Much joy and sorrow then come,
from raising, these possibilities.

I hope you mourn the loss,
of your possibilities,
and gain joy, from raising
your new, possibilities.

"Before you cross the street take my hand.
Life is what happens to you
while you’re busy making other plans."

(John Lennon)

Steven Bassett