They have no names

Who will be your friend, when they cannot call your name? Who will hear your cry and who can share your pain? When all have turned away who will come to take you home? When no one has seen your auburn hair or the sparkle in your eyes, When the sidewalk hasn't felt your skip and the summer air caught your laugh, Who will miss you, little one...after all you have no name... You didn't feel the winter chill or squint at morning sun, You didn't frown at eating peas or paint your face with chocolate sauce, You haven't filled a bag of treats on October's final day, You didn't have your photo shot with Santa in the mall, You won't squirm in first grade desks or play with dolls or ball... Some would say you didn't live....you never have been seen, But we know differently who sense the presence of our Lord, the author of all living things made you and received you home, You may not have a name to us but with Him you're not alone. blessings to all the little ones who haven't breathed earth's air, Rob Smith