See Rock City

See Rock City

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

A Little Boy, No More

No more toys ~ Strewn on the floor
No little friends ~ Come through our door.

No more bat ~ And no more ball
No noisy feet ~ To pace our hall.

No patches left ~ For skinned up knee
No tiny arms ~ Reach out to me.

No little lad ~ To warm my lap
No sleepy head ~ To take a nap.

No choo-choo train ~ Or teddy bear
No tiny hands ~ clasp tight in prayer.

So many little ~ Things to miss
A smile, a hug ~ A cry, a kiss.

The toys and memories ~ Are stored away
To fill our hearts ~ With yesterday.

When fingerprints ~ Smudged windowpanes
And tiny feet ~ Splashed in the rain.

Author/Written By:
Marilyn Ferguson