Goodbye Logan

Mother Teresa said we are all but a drop in the ocean and we need to coexist

For if even one drop was no longer there it surly would be missed…

I mentioned just the other day amidst the Wieners, war and strife

A 2 year old boy named Logan and the story of his life.

As best man at his parents wedding- I was taken by his charms

Yesterday, I’m sad to say he died in his mother’s arms.

I did not know little Logan, his mother or his Dad

Then why does the news of his passing make me feel so sad?

Many people I don’t know die each and every day

Why should a boy I never knew affect me in this way?

Perhaps I didn’t need to know him to offer him a prayer

Perhaps the little I learned of his life was enough for me to care

What if we knew something about everyone who dies?

Then we all would be affected at the time they said goodbye.

Yes, if we knew everyone who died today or his mother or his Dad

Perhaps the news of their deaths would make us all a little sad.

And in our sadness perhaps we’d find the joy and be delighted

At the thought of our shared agony and the hope of a world united.

For if we share our sadness with the whole of our mankind

Could also sharing happiness be very far behind?

Sure this may be a pipe dream—but it does have a certain charm

And it would help me understand a boy dying in his mother’s arms.

So goodbye Logan you’re not just another name who no longer exists

In 2 short years you left your mark…and your drop will be missed.