A small child at a funeral asked me one day,
“Why do our loved ones get taken away?”
and sadly he added, “At such a young age.”

This question he asked me took me by surprise.
For a child to wonder this placed tears in my eyes.
I thought deeply, I fumbled, I searched and I tried
to come up with an answer for his inquisitive mind.

His eyes affixed on my lips, anticipating each sound.
I replied with these words that my mind had found.
Angels have been up in heaven for as long as time can tell.
They’ve watched over us; they’ve guided us away from hell.

They’ve steered us and kept us pure of heart and mind,
so when our time comes to leave this earth,
our souls stand out and shine.

The little boy stood up and he began to leave.
I asked him where he was off to
as he stumbled from his knees.

He replied, “My friends are calling me;
they’re wanting me to play.”
Then all of a sudden it came to me;
I knew just what to say.

I wondered if he wanted to know the answer
to the question he had asked?
It was standing right in front of us
as the little boy ran past.

The angels call our names when our time
on earth expires.
They’re searching for our friendship,
for this they do desire.

They’re longing for our lives and vicariously live through
each and every one of us, deeming which ones of us are true.
For only the best do they call upon so young,
with their bright smiles gleaming, greeting all loved ones.

By their sides they stand proudly; at the gates they do say,
“Welcome all to our kingdom. Now children, let’s play.”
Taken for their laughter, their smiles and their wits,
They’re here to pass it on to others. This quality is their gift.

This contagious aura these special souls can wield
puts this all in perspective, their destinies now fulfilled.