Ode To Lost Children Poem by Barbara Clafton

Ours is not to reason why,
why ones so very young should die.
They touched our hearts in every way,
our thoughts are of them every day.

Let not the guilty ever rest
and when their sins are all confessed,
let them suffer for their evil games.
Let us never forget their names.

Let not the tears leave patterened traces
upon your young and saddened faces.
Let the memories keep you smiling on.
'Tis a kinder place to which they have gone.
And at those wondrous pearly gates,
little angels there will wait.
For when at last your own time comes,
they'll be there to meet their dads and mums.