When God calls his small angels back to his side
it makes us question the reason why.
Why bless us, only to later curse,
to give, only to take.
The smallest of souls come to learn and play,
but many do not choose to stay;
and as they leave, our hearts do grieve,
we live on, though the heart it breaks.
The possibilities that will not be,
the growing old we will not see.
We hold tight the bundle in our grasp,
no future now, only a past.
But know that the spirit does not die,
it cannot be hurt, it will never cry.
Like your love for them, they will forever live
your gift to heaven, you did not wish to give.
But when God calls his small angels back to his side,
we may never know the reasons why,
till ourselves we are beckoned and joyful tears we cry,
to have them once more back in our lives.
By Ron Gallagher.
