First of all, I would like to add my sympathies to your community on your tragic losses; may God bless you all with grace and understanding!My mother, who will be 82 the end of January, is a parent that lost a young child. My oldest sister died at the age of 7 with leukemia. As my mother has watched the horror coming out of your town and about the young children taken so traumatically from their parents, family, and friends; she went to her jewelry box and pulled out something that a tender hearted sole had given her when she was in dispare over the loss of her young daughter. She brought it to me and asked me if there was any way to get this into the hands of the parents who lost their "babies" in Newtown. So I was led to the Newton Patch and this blog in the hopes that the following will some how find their way into the hands of the parents, loved ones, and community of Newton as a blessing from an 82-year old women who still misses her baby but finds peace in these words."I'll lend you for a little time, a child of mine," He said, "For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he is dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, but will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief, you'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return, but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true, and from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain, nor hate me when I come to call, to take him back again. I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done. For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may; and for the happiness we've known, will ever grateful stay. But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, we'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand!"by: Anonymous in West Palm BeachThe next one was given to her several years after my sister's death when my mother could find no joy:Losing a child is the most tragic experience a parent must bear, but one must believe that it is more than a coincidence that "God" and "Good" are similar words....There once was a procession of children marching in heaven. Each held a lighted candle, and as they marched, they sang. Their faces shone with happiness. But one little girl stood alone. "Why don't you join us, little girl?" one happy child asked. "I can't," she replied. "Every time I light my candle, my mother puts it out with her tears."It is important to my mother that she help in some small way and since these words helped her, she thought they may help the young parents and the community of Newtown as they mourn their beloved children. So as you read them, please pass them on to those that need to hear them letting them know that an 82-year old tender hearted sole was once helped by them herself.3FYI: My mother's name is Mary D. Farina and my sister's name is/was Elizabeth Ann Farina and we still talk about her and tell stories about her to this day!