I wrote a poem called The Blue Casket and a man commented that earlier that week he had gone to the funeral of a little girl. She was the daughter of a friend and only two years old. She had been buried in a white casket. I wrote this for him to give t


The White Casket

The white casket held the small body of a child only two.
We waited so long for our darling daughter to come.
Now she is gone.
She went home alone.
We can never bring her back, but we can go to her.
In time we will be reunited with our daughter in that mansion in the sky.
God will take us to be with her—
Take us home to be with our darling baby lying there in the white casket.




Poetry by Damon
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Written on 2008-08-23 at 05:51

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Kathy Lockhart
it is so hard to see children lying in caskets. It just doesn't seem right but it happens and the loss of a child is more than anyone can stand. This gives hope of reuniting with the baby even through the saddest of times. My heart goes out to the family of this little one taken home so soon. your friend, kathy
2008-08-23