Where Do Our Little Ones Go? Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Where do our little ones go?
They gave us precious smiles,
And walked for so few miles,
Then vanished like melting snow.

Where do our little ones go?
For them, pining hearts break,
For them, empty arms ache...
Oh, tell me where... do you know?

They say beyond moon and sun,
Higher than the highest star,
Farther than galaxies afar,
God welcomes each little one!

So, cry! Shed lonely tears
For the sadness you feel,
For emptiness is real...
But then, let faith banish fears.

For they are in a better place,
Away from sorrow, harm, and pain.
There they await reunion's gain,
And your sweet kisses on their face!

They gather on heaven's shore,
Where the Christ Child is King,
Where children happily sing,
And death separates never more.

© Loyd C. Taylor