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
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