The Coming One

With year in review
Behold in an hourglass
The clock comes with smiles
But can be plagued

The first one to-year came with joy
As a mother sees first babe
But as they grow older
The unfairness comes too

Eyes may worry of the coming storms
That seem to stir the seas
They seldom lay still in my heart
And the clouds may consume

But today I've come to know
The tower I climb is high
But the fall will be short
As I'm held on to in soft hands