A Mother's Pain

*Your Angel Children*

Oh sweet pretty one,
I hold your wet cheek upon my shoulder.
Your pillow is awash in tears,
I hear the anguish of your soul.
I wish your pain were mine,
To spare you of these nights.

The memories of their laughter,
Their innocense, Their purity.
In your sleep I hear you cry out for justice.
But who will pay?

In your dreams you hold them,
You wipe their tears,
You kiss their cheeks, You hug their necks,
You sing to them lullabyes.
Only to awake to silence,
And you stumble into the night,
Hoping it is only a bad dream.
You look into their empty rooms.

As your senses come back,
The silence becomes more silent.
You come back to bed,you fall into my arms,
And you cry yourself to sleep.

And once again you are enslaved to that dream.
I arise, I go to the window and I breath
a long sigh to your despair,
I wish I could change it all,
But I can dream, I can hope.

I fix my gaze to the stars,
And in the near distance the moon crests,
And I hear children laughing, I see them playing,
I hear them singing, And they reach out,
And I watch as they touch the face of God.
They have become His special joy.

So sweet pretty one,
Tonight, Look out your window to the moon and stars,
Look to heaven, And you will hear them laughing,
You will see them playing. Reach out with them,
And you too will touch the face of God.

Thank you My Special friend for the beauiful poem,
for all your love and kindness during some very dark days.

*I Will Comfort You*

Original Composition
by
Bruce DeBoer

The Castle

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