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for the little ones inside...
You hurt too much for me to know…
Oh, even I might never feel your pain…
Those ghosts arrive with death and grief
Casting down your spirit once again
Sympathy will never suffice
In bringing you long forgotten cheer
I wish I had the words to speak
The healing words you oh so need to hear
But I care…as much I can
And I’m here for you, oh I pray
I cannot change what happened then
But I can still love you today
You deserved the world and all of its riches
Not silver or gold but innocence and light
You deserved a chance that you never had
A future that held promise oh so bright
I may not understand you completely
I may never feel the pain you feel today
But I’m here for you now and always
And I’ll be still here loving you, I pray.
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Too often it is the little
Too often it is the little ones that pay the price.
Andrea this is wonderful and peaceful, Thank you for sharing this poem with us here.
The answers to all of life's questions can be found in the face of a true friend
this was beautiful
thank you for sharing.
LOVELY!
'Nuf said.
Ole
We are each exactly as God made us. God does not make mistakes!
Gender rights are the new civil rights!
How Many?
How many of us share the need for the comfort described?
Were it in my power, I'd take away the pain you so lovingly write about. From you, from myself, and all the others who call this place
With Love