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 childwho does so muchto 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.Beleiving 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 .
My Little Angel may you rest in Peace.
Gage Anthoney
Love Nanna