When god calls little children to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child, who does so much to make our world seem so wonderful and mild.
Perhaps god tires of calling the aged to his fold, so he picks a little rose bud before it can grow old.
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WOW striking poem, very good indeed. Almost droped a tear there...10 for tiyler
I think angles are everywhere and Talisha is one, very nice poem, Dave xxx
wow. that's such an amazing and touching poem. <3. i really like it. great job.=) .
I liked that poem Talisha