A child is a treasure more precious than life itself.
 

If lucky enough, a gift to cherish each waking moment
 

bringing joy and laughter, sadness and tears we hold dear.
 

Without realizing it, they can mold us into who we become.
 

Each memory, a building block of time leading to the next in hopes there will be many more to complete a cycle.
 

Yet sometimes, the cycle is broken without reason.
 

There are questions, but no answers, it just is.
 

Not strong enough to fight a battle without just cause,
 

continuing to struggle, hoping, praying with every
 

ounce of courage and strength until used up completely.
 

To even try to imagine loosing such a gift is unimaginable.  A child should never have to endure pain and suffering.
 

If I could, I would fit your pain in the palms of my hands,
holding it for an eternity of safe keeping, if that’s what it took.
 

For every tear you shed, I would hold an eternal cup of life, catching each precious drop until the cup was full, so that I may release it to the angels to let them know how much you hurt.

If I could somehow fill the empty void you must be feeling, I would gladly trade my heart for your broken one in hopes that it may bring you some peace and comfort.
 

This is all I have to offer you, and if I could,
 

I would give it all to you in a heartbeat.