When God calls our children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of a child,
Maniche did so much to make our world seem so 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 a more beautiful view. Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try. The saddest word mankind knows will always be Good-bye. So when a child departs,
we who are left behind, must realize God loves children. Angels Are Hard To Find!!
Love you My Angel aka Baby Girl.
— Hayward Oliver
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