LITTLE BOY, NO MORE
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.
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