Twenty sweet children
Age six and age seven
Have arisen to God
And now live in Heaven.
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A very poignant tribute to those little angels...............a heartbreaking piece indeed..............
No dead person came back to narrate what happened after death. It is better to hope the best. This impressive poem is the only thing that you could do.We have no alternate but to believe in God and to believe in his kindness.Bri Edward while commenting on one of my poems asked me why God did not interfere before a sad incident took place. I had no reply.
William Stafford said several times that he did not want to write good poems - he wanted to write NECESSARY poems. This is a NECESSARY poem you have written. Our basic obligation to the dead is remembrance, which you provide along with the promise of transcendence. I remember an incident in the former Soviet Union - two hostile ethnic groups - children kidnapped and murdered - Mark Shields of the NEWSHOUR said, If you want to see Original Sin, there it is. Amen. R.I.P. Dear children.
Hello Colleen, thank you for this wonderful tribute to those precious families. Such senseless hate! I am always deeply troubled when children suffer at the hands of those put into their lives to love and nurture them., nice work! Loyd
In the presence of God there is fullness of joy. Those kids will lack nothing. Beautiful piece.
i agree with denis, below, about til; it may be till or maybe 'til. but you can make it til as long as the rest of the poem is so GOOD! i have little faith in the bible and its stories, though some of them are nice to hear. denis also mentioned david and goliath and questioned where goliath is now, while david is with God. i don't remember the story well, but maybe goliath was just doing as he thought best, as david probably was? thanks for sharing, and for the rhymes. bri ;) i'll send it to MyPoemList
Til they're parents they meet. OR Till their parents they meet. By the way, the size of a child doesn't mean the size of each soul is small. Consider the soul of the boy David and the soul of the giant Goliath. David is with God, but what of Goliath?
Such a fabulous touchin poem. Yes the lil angels must be havin a far better time than people on earth. But it must be heartbreakin for the parents. Ah the heartrendin tings that unfettered delinquents do becoz of too much parental freedom. Pls review my latest poem, 'selectin relaxation
Those twenty small souls Are now Angels above.. a sad incident is written poetically to show the kindness in the heart of the poet..
It's a sweet sentiment. You have a heart of gold Thanks for commenting on my junky work.