"I'll lend you, for a little while, a child of Mine," He said. "For you to love while she lives, and mourn for when she's dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two, or three, But will you, til I call her back, take care of her for me? She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and should her stay be brief, you'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise she will stay, as all from earth return, but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over in My search for teachers true, and from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give her all your love -- not think the labor vain, nor hate Me when I come to call to take her back again? I fancied that I heard them say," 'Dear Lord, Thy will be done. For all the joy this child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shower her with tenderness and love her while we may, and for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay. And should the angels call for her much sooner than we planned, we'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.' ~Edgar Guest~

GUEST

If you have lost a child as I have, this poem can be very comforting to you as it has to me.  This page is in memory of our daughter, Cathy Lou, on this her birthday, September 26th.   God Bless