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[title] => God's Little Angels - Cadarina
[time] => 2005-09-30 04:34:06
[hometext] => I worked for 7 years with critical care pediatrics in the home. She was one of my patients.
[bodytext] => Your mom was only fourteen just a kid herself, but if you could weigh her heart you’d find she’s full of wealth. Your daddy, two years older, was a bigger man then most; together they were overfilled with God’s Holy Ghost. The doctor – he was nowhere the nurses made you wait; they said you were in trouble and delivered you too late. They said you’re good for nothing and they wanted you to die, but your mommy and your daddy stood their ground, they had to try. They wanted you so badly, their lives they lived for you. When it came to loving hearts they had it through and through. I loved them as much as you and we hung in together. They helped me get right with God so all storms we could weather. You were only five years old when I got the call you died. It tore the heart right from my chest but I know you’re at God’s side. You looked so perfect lying there in your casket like a bed; and as my tears were pouring out I bent and kissed your head. Your mom and dad are happy you aren’t suffering anymore; and with God to lead our lives we’ll see you once again, I’m sure. I used to wonder why God let these little babies die; but soon enough I realized they create more love than you or I. darkhorse71 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Darkhorse71 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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