I take care of a lot of little angels; they are sent to us to grace us with their presence for a while; they bring us pure hearts and pure grace.
But they are not meant to stay for long, and those that love them grieve, but they have truly been blessed to have had them in their lives, if even for such a short time.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief.
And dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost