It’s Chinese New Year, A first without mum, Didn’t know that it’ll be that weird, To celebrate and laugh while my heart still hurts.
I’ve been thinking of her, Her roaring laughter still ringing in my ears, I can see her pottering in the kitchen, Dishing out my favourite dishes that she knows I love. These I have no more, And it’s the heartache that’s left to endure. Oh, how we boast about our future, When nothing on earth is secure.
I keep my eyes on Jesus, When all is too much to bear, Lay my weary head on Him, To Him, I try to cast my cares.
I know mum is in heaven, A place she can call home for eternity, No more awful earthly suffering, For this, I’m thankful for His mercy.