Author's Note:
A year ago today, the prologue to this story happened. Still, not a day goes by where I don't think about my little cousin. We helped my cousin through her loss, with this poem, and I wanted to share it with you guys in case you have been through anything like this.
When God Calls Little Children
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 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 child departs, we who are left behind,
must realize God loves children...Angels are hard to find.
Please know it gets easier.
Devin4862
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One Way Bridge
Teen FictionEmma has to start over after her parents die, but it's easier said than done. Especially since there's a boy involved who treats Emma how she's always wanted, but she fears that will change when she tells him about her newly orphaned status
