Posted on December 16, 2012, in poetry and tagged children, empty beds, fallen seraph, King, sacred ground, weep, white as snow, wings. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Excellent! And it’s the only solace that a parent who loses a child can have. And it’s the best comfort to those who truly understand.
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