Little One Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Little One
Someday will never come until the last moment of breath on earth.
Then all of the sadness, sorrow, abandonment and suffering will have
ended on the last sound left behind.
Resting in the future of heaven with God forever beside me, never to allow me to feel any of those emotions again.
Taking my hand and refreshing my soul with the breath of His infinite mercy towards me.
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