There’s a new, tiny red stocking hanging by our tree
        Something I never thought I would see
Another loss, another grief
        It’s not what I imagined this year would be

So many questions without getting answers
        Explaining death to our children and trying to define heaven
Watching grief overwhelm one so young and
	Navigating my own confusion as the tears stung

Grateful for the blessings we have
	And the mercy that’s been shown
But sometimes grief has a mind of its own
Taking up this small moment in time
	When celebrating should be the focus
Its moments like these when we just have to let our faith grow us

There’s a new, tiny red stocking hanging by our tree
	Right next to the first one, where a larger one should be
No initial on this one, no name could be given
	It was too soon when they were both taken