Poetry By Gloria                                                                            

GOD'S LITTLE ANGEL'S


THE DEATH OF A CHILD IS THE HARDEST THING TO BELIEVE,
FOR IT SEEMS LIKE FOREVER YOUR HEART WILL GRIEVE.
TO HAVE KNOWN THEM ,FOR JUST A SHORT LITTLE WHILE,
AND TO THINK YOU'LL NEVER AGAIN SEE THAT SWEET SMILE.

BUT WHEN GOD NEEDED A ROSE BUD FOR HIS TABLE VASE
 HE REACHED DOWN AND CHOSE THAT SWEET LITTLE FACE.
TO ADORN THE TABLE THAT HE'S  PREPARING FOR YOU
WHEN HE CALLS YOU, THAT ROSE BUD WILL BE THERE TOO.

 GOD ROCKS HIS LITTLE ANGELS, WHEN THE DAY IS DONE
AND HE KISSES THEM AWAKE ,WITH THE MORNING SUN.
THEIR HAPPY AND SAFE FROM THE WORLD DOWN BELOW
THAT'S A WONDERFUL THING FOR A PARENT TO KNOW.

SO IT IS OK FOR A WHILE, TO HURT AND TO GRIEVE
BUT WHILE YOU ARE GRIEVING, DON'T FORGET TO BELIEVE
IN THE LOVE THAT GOD HAS FOR YOU AND YOUR CHILD
AND YOU'LL MEET THEM AGAIN, IN JUST A LITTLE WHILE.



I LOST MY SON AT BIRTH, ALMOST 33 YEARS AGO,
IT IS A PAIN THAT STAYS IN YOUR HEART FOREVER,
BUT GETS EASIER WITH TIME, THEY MAY BE GONE
FROM THIS WORLD BUT THEY ARE NEVER FORGOTTEN
SLEEP WELL LITTLE ANGELS

by Gloria Collins 
2-4-06   

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