Once I Had a Small Boy
Once I had a small boy...
skinned knees- a crooked grin,
begging quarters to ride the pink horse.
His nose pressed against candy case glass
tracing stickmen in breath's steam
until the mercantile man would give in
with a handful of jelly beans.
But candy on his grubby chin
was soon replaced with
fine hair turning into stubble,
and chubby cheeks thinned into
a young man's face, with
knitted brow and greasy jeans,
laboring over car engines
and awkward first dates.
Now those little legs have
grown long from so many
sunrises and sunsets...
but they can't walk far,
for innocence was lost somewhere,
and he now peers out behind bars
created by a girl consumed
with jealousy and pride.
But life is a strange ride, and has a way
of catching up with lies.
Her deceitful eyes will shed tears one day-
maybe not this year, or next, but
after all those sunrises and sunsets
are done, there will be no more shadows
to hide behind, for scores are
settled at the end of time.
A mother's tears can fill a pool
deep enough to drown in,
yet not enough to drown her sorrow.
But her heartache from all the yesterdays
and todays, will someday be released
and spill into one glorious tomorrow.
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