Brave Little Soul...For Samantha

There's a brave little soul that went to Heaven,

Running to the safest arms to hold;

Comfort from the tender heart of Jesus -

Safety there within the house of gold.

Come Angels, wipe away the trace of teardrops;

Spirit, fill with tender sweet repose;

Jesus, cast the residue of memory

Far away - where no one ever knows.

Lord, could you maybe find a precious Grandma

With a lap that just fits her to a tee?

A Grandma with those tales that will intrigue her

And a big old smile just right for her to see?

Dear sweet Spirit - always bringing comfort,

With special care renew that tiny one;

We'll do our best and strive the more for Heaven

Where joy and peace for her have just begun.

Joan Clifton Costner
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Samantha Runnion

All of the poets across the land

Bowed their heads - pen in hand,

Waiting...hoping, for a word from above -

Some way of conveying sympathy and love.

All of the mothers as if they were one,

All of the fathers in unison;

Every daughter and every son

Trembled in anger at what had been done.

Samantha, so precious and playing at home,

Snatched up to do battle - out muscled - alone,

With a beast that could never be kin to mankind;

This beast was a monster with reprobate mind.

No contest - no match - no chance! Where was God?

Can Deity - angels - watch while innocence lays in the sod?

If only imaginings would fade fast away -

Repel time backwards - never come to this day!

Dear father and mother, we all hold your hand,

There are no words of comfort you'll now understand,

But tears shed with you - all mingle as one,

And vows, that we'll find this beast on the run!

A monster among us! Oh! Hold babies tight!

Every parent is desperate in daytime or night!

For the devil plays second - so evil is he!

Brazen, keen witted, top billing, ..still free!

There are no words to write and the poets all know

It's a work of futility to try and so

They just bend their knees and wipe away tears

They pray for the innocent - they pray God hears!

Joan Clifton Costner
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