Little angels poem...

Little AngelsWhen God calls little childrento dwell with Him above.We mortals sometimes questionthe wisdom of His love.for no heartache compares withthe death of one small child,who does so much to make our worldseem wonderful and mild.Perhaps God tires of callingthe aged to His fold.So He picks a rosebudbefore it can grow old.God knows how much we need themand so He takes but few,to make the land of Heavenmore beautiful to view.Believing this is difficultstill somehow me must try.The saddest word mankind know will always be "Goodbye".So when a child departswe who are left behind,must realize God loves children,Angels are hard to find.~Author Unknown