THE LOSS OF A CHILD
From TODAY, Voices Friday August 22, 2008 By Dr James Dobson There’s a classic poem by Eugene Field called Little Boy Blue that my father used to quote to me when I was a child. Perhaps reading parts of that poem today will bring some measure of comfort to those parents who have lost a boy or girl in recent years; and it may remind others of us how precious those little lives are. It goes like this: “ The little toy dog is covered with dust, but sturdy and staunch she stands. And the little toy soldier is red with rust, and his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new and the soldier was passing fair. And that was the time that our little boy blue kissed them and put them there. ‘Now don’t you go ‘til I come,’ he said, ‘and don’t you make any noise.’ So toddling off to his trundle bed, he dreamt of the pretty toys. And as he was dreaming, an angel’s song awakened our little boy blue. Well, the years are many and the years are long, but the little toy friends...