To the Little Ones That Die

You trust the hands of loved ones to hold you tight to love away your fright. Some of these loved ones do not know themselves. They do not ask why they must behave the insane way they crave at any given time or place. But in the by-and-by we will come together in the end to our eternal lives in God's loving hands. Whether by fate or by chance, these little ones are too scared to ask why they must take the hate and anger of adults and then die physically or on the inside. So special you all are, O' little ones of God. I will always remember you in my prayers and then I'll see you again in the afterlife those of my blood who are my friends. by S.E. Clark