Mylee's Death

Was Heaven deaf to Mylee's cry;

eight years old, about to die?

"Stop it, daddy"  she said in vain

before the moment she was slain.

Her father need not go to hell,

for as long as he on earth do dwell

he shall nightly see her eyes

and shall daily hear her cries.


Mother Rachel, when she wept,

prepared a place forever kept

for innocents of every time

in every place and every clime.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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