Another Poem to Ponder

Little Angels

When God calls little children

to dwell with him above,

We mortals sometimes 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 rosebud, 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

I am missing Tay Tay today. Hope that he knows that I think of him everyday. Why is it that when the weather turns cold, the emotions are that much closer to the surface? This is still so hard...