The Agoney Of Love - Poem by Arlene J.Hoffman
Our lives are filled with many pleasures,
We accept such things, as thougyh they were "treasures!"
They come and they go without any warning,
Our "Hearts know" they will be gone in the morning.
Nothing's as "sweet" as the child we share,
We know in our hearts that the "Bond isn't fair!"
But God has a plan for our "Sweet Angels" we love,
He will take good care of them in the heaven above.
So when "Their lives" seem to be over,
And we rest their heads on a bed of clover.
We will bare life just knowing,
That our hearts will keep on going,
For we know that They are there
In God's great care!
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