Uneven Odds

I once knew your father well.
 he fought tears as he spoke
 of your mother's health.
 I guess a part of him just couldn't return.
 forgiveness is the lesson
 he cursed you to learn.
 As your guardian, I was instructed well
 to make sense of God's love in these fires of hell.
 Now I don't expect you to understand,
 just to live what little life
 your broken heart can.
 Maybe your light is a seed,
 and the darkness, the dirt.
 in spite of the uneven odds
 beauty lifts from the earth.
 As the years move on
 these questions take shape.
 are you getting stronger
 or is time shifting weight?
 No one expects you to understand,
 just to live what little life
 your mended heart can.
 You'll always remember
 the moment God took her away,
 for the weight of the world
 was placed on your shoulders that day.
 Maybe your light is a seed,
 and the darkness, the dirt.
 in spite of the uneven odds
 beauty lifts from the earth.
 You're much too young now
 so I'll write these words down:
 darkness exists
 to make light truly count.