When Children Must Leave Poem by Walterrean Salley

The smart, the bright.
The lovely, the fair.
We have and hold
And love them so dear.
And then we lose them.

But when their purpose
Is ended here,
They’re borne by the angels;
No need to fear.

They return to God
As an angel themselves.
It reminds me of Santa’s
Good-natured elves.

Always, it’s tough when kids leave;
The heart pines, aches and grieves.
But remember (teen, preemie, or tod)
The little children belong to God.
They’re in the arms of God.