My Child's Dream

My son was born with a crippling disease Even so his little heart was full of life and hope, There was not anything he would not attempt Overcoming his pain and learning to cope. He could not do the the things other children did So they did not want him to join them in play, He tried so very hard to keep up with them But his little crippled legs always got in his way. He was watching the boys play ball one baseball His little nose presed hard against the fence, He wanted to play ball with them so bad If only they would give him a chance. The next few days he would be there again Holding to the fence so he would not fall, The boys got together and finally let him play Like in his dream he would get to play baseball. He was the last up to the batters plate The bases were loaded and the game was tied, He stood there on his little crippled legs Holding the bat, he swung hard and wide. The crowd was so silent you could hear a pin drop The air was tense with anticipation as he swung, The bat cracked as he hit the ball over the fence The crowd roared as the game had been won. I always new my little boy would lead a short life He finally got to do what he had dreamed of, And that night as he lay peacefully sleeping The Angels came and took my little child home.