When God calls little Angels to dwell with Him above
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love,
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold.
So he picks a rose bud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but a few,
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows, will always be "goodbye".
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind must realize
God loves children & angels are hard to find.
"Author Unknown"
In Memory of a Child
The angels guide him now,
And watch his curly head,
And lead him in their games,
The little boy we led.
He cannot come to harm,
He knows more than we know,
His light is brighter far
Than daytime here below.
His path leads on and on,
Through pleasant lawns and flowers,
His brown eyes open wide
At grass more green than ours.
With playmates like himself,
The shining boy will sing,
Exploring wondrous woods,
Sweet with eternal spring.
This page is dedicated to the memory of Brock Dalton,
age 13, my little step-brother.
Memorial pages dedicated to my brother, Eddie
Freebird and Valentines
Day
Memorials to Missy
Missy Blue and Missy's
Circle Of Hands, and Flowers
