Child of 4 years 1mo. 22 Days old
Little Kenneth Cox Oct.24,1904-feb.20-1909
Died of
pneumonia
We visited here a few years back we had to get care taker to help us I took photos of thos around him I try find them. Note GPS info on find a grave was incorrect for cemetery.
Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.
Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.
Above poem added by I Remember When
Little Kenneth Cox Oct.24,1904-feb.20-1909
Died of
pneumonia
We visited here a few years back we had to get care taker to help us I took photos of thos around him I try find them. Note GPS info on find a grave was incorrect for cemetery.
Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.
Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.
Above poem added by I Remember When
Child of 4 years 1mo. 22 Days old
Little Kenneth Cox Oct.24,1904-feb.20-1909
Died of
pneumonia
We visited here a few years back we had to get care taker to help us I took photos of thos around him I try find them. Note GPS info on find a grave was incorrect for cemetery.
Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.
Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.
Above poem added by I Remember When
Little Kenneth Cox Oct.24,1904-feb.20-1909
Died of
pneumonia
We visited here a few years back we had to get care taker to help us I took photos of thos around him I try find them. Note GPS info on find a grave was incorrect for cemetery.
Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.
Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.
Above poem added by I Remember When
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