Matthew Allen Conner

October 7, 2005 - December 23, 2005


When god calls little children

 to dwell with him above,

we mortals sometimes question 

the wisdom of his love. 

For no heartache compares with the death of 

one small child

Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,

so he picks a rosebud before it can grow old. 

God knows how much 

we need them,

and so he takes but few 

To make the land of Heaven 

more beautiful to view. 

Believing this is difficult, 

still somehow we must try.  

The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye". 

So when a little child departs, 

we who are left behind 

must realize God loves children, 

angels are hard to find.   

Mommy and Daddy will always 

love you and miss you tiny tot.

Shannon Conner