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Tiny Angels

 This poem is for the children who were murdered by heinous “animals”.

Tiny Angels rest your wings

sit with me for awhile.

How I long to hold your hand,

And see your tender smile...

Tiny Angel, look at me,

I want this image clear...

That I will forget your precious face

Is my biggest fear.

Tiny Angel can you tell me,

Why you have gone away?

You weren’t here for very long...

Why is it, you couldn’t stay?

Tiny Angel shook his head,

“These things I do not know...

But I do know that you love me,

And that I love you so.”

Catherine Britto

via e-mail

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