by Vickie McKeehan
A baby boy once came to me
In white and blue and all things gold.
He had ten little fingers and ten little toes
My heart was quickly lost all told.
He walked at one
At two he grew
He laughed and played
And others knew
That time’s too short, as it so often is.
For wherever he lived, joy grew there
Every time he put his hand in mine.
His smile could make me walk on air
When we were in it all alone.
But joy was brief.
The anger long.
There was nothing I wanted more
Than to keep him with me safe and strong
For all the ages to adore.
What others have, I know not that
And never will.
They’ll be no children of his for me to dote.
But his face I see as if he never left.
He’s in my heart where he lives there still
Happy and bright that little boy that came to me
And made my life so much more
Than it ever, ever was meant to be.