Heaven’s Playground
by Lord R.e. Taylor
It is the worst thing when a child dies
Years of agony and tears
A feeling of emptiness
And the disappearance of hope
You know that your child misses you
They see you in their dreams
And you see them in yours
But for every child who leaves us
They have a special place given by God
A Heaven where children are happy
With newly made friends around them
You know they are running around
Smiling, laughing, and playing
As they wait for their mommy and daddy
And when that day comes
Everything will again be perfect
Just the way it was before
© Poem – XVII/XI/MMXXV
LRET
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