You left me, in the wee hours of a morn
Tears were shed
Too many to count
My pillow drenched
My bed soaked
My heart empty
My soul aches
Promises never kept
I wept—
Lost I lingered
In death’s door
Till and angel came
You said, “I’m here
In every little boy’s
Giggle
In the warmth of the sun’s ray
In every impish behavior
On a crayon mark on a wall
Every spilled milk
When boys wolf call
Smile, mom…
You will always hear me
Near you
Listen with your heart
I am always near—
No more tears,
Mom
You know, I love you! ”
Catherine Inscore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-little-lost-boy/
