Come to me the little children, who are Beaten and abused
Who are hungry and cold, tossed
Around and used
Come to me the little children, who
Don't want to be alone
From battered parents to battered
Children, this can't go on
Come to me, the little children give me
Your pain and your fears
I will hold you in my arms and wipe
Away your tears
Come to me the little children, I
Can't see you suffer anymore
At the mercy of a madman and
A colt fourty four
Come to me the little children, you can
Play around God's throne
No one can hit you or curse you, not
In your Heavenly Home
Come to me the little children, with Eyes afraid and bodies sore
My loving arms will protect you
No one can hurt you anymore
This is so sad yet so true and at least offers some hope to what is awaiting on the other side, even though it should be offered on this side. My friend you captured the hurt and pain so well that it made my heart ache as I saw these kids in my mind. Well written Linda.
GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL IS NOW AVAILABLE. A PORTION OF ALL SALES WILL GO TO HOSPICE TO THUS ENABLE THEM TO HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SOON TO PASS TO THE OTHER SIDE. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
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Michelle!
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Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :( >tears <
A beautiful, beautiful write borne from tragedy - excellently penned!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(