Hard To Understand | In Loving Memory Poems

Hard To Understand
(In Loving Memory Poems)

Up in a quaint old attic
As the raindrops patter down ..
I sat paging through an old schoolbook
Dusty, tattered and brown.

I came to a page that was folded down
and across it was written in childish hand ..
.. The teacher says to leave this for now
.. ’tis hard to understand.

I unfolded the page and read
then I nodded my head and said
.. The teacher was right
’tis hard to understand”.

There are lots of pages
in the book of life
That are hard to understand.
All we can do is fold
them down and write.

The teacher says to leave this for now
’tis hard to understand.
Then someday .. maybe only in heaven
we will unfold the pages again ..
read them and say ..
.. the teacher was right, now I understand.

When it comes to the death of the person
whom we are laying to rest today ..
About all we can do is fold
down the page and write
The teacher says to leave this for now ..
.. ’tis hard to understand.