Remnants of fire are all that remain Of a life unlived and a life of pain. A child so young, a child so sweet Could not give Death its first defeat! I grieve so hard for the lovely child Whose death from illness was not mild. I question all who talk to me Saying "It was meant to be." Speak not to me your words so cruel; I see your thoughts as those of fools. How can you know what it is I feel? How can you know my pain so real? Let me grieve as best I can; Speak not to me of an "eternal plan"! Memories of love and memories of pain And remnants of fire are all that remain! Beverly McCarty Poem Written & Copyrighted by Beverly McCarty