My Boy
We bid you adieu; you were on your way,
This would be a wonderful day.
Bags all packed, and a map marked out,
See you next week we all did shout.
The call came at six the next night.
You're not coming home, what a fright!
Life was about to be changed at seven.
I just don't recall his map marked 'Heaven'!
Each day I see you in my mind,
Your smile, your laugh so soft and kind.
I feel your hand though you're not here,
I sense your visits throughout the year.
Ocober19/21
Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © Virginia Gelok | Year Posted 2021
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