There Is A Place. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

There is a place.

There is a place,
where angels rest.
They were taken from their Mothers arms,
of people who thought they knew best,
but actually did great harm.

They laid there for many years,
unknown to many others,
except to those,
who thought,
their lives where not worth the bother.

They were used and abused,
by those who should know better.
Those who preached about God's love,
But did the opposite however.

Those poor children of Eire,
whose pain and suffering,
we do not know,
but can only guess
how horrifing their lives
were from those few
who survived the woe.

Their little souls will live on in the memories of loved ones and those who care.
While those who did not apologise and covered up,
will always declare,
their innocence in the question,
and try to make it disappear.
They fear the day,
we all stand together
and protect all that is dear.

So sleep little angels, softly wherever you may be.
I know you do not lie in that horrid place,
but are playing in pastures green,
with a glorious sun,
looking down on you
and a turquoise deep blue sky.
Free from all hurt and pain.
Free to wander by.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh.
This poem is dedicated to the 796 precious little angels who were dumped in a septic tank i Tuam, County Galway, Ireland. It is also dedicated to the survivors, one especially who asked me to write a poem about the Children, Seosamh O Maolchroin ☘💚