A Little Boy Lost
I saw a little boy today,
hang his head and cry.
He asked himself over and over again
how'd God let her die?
He couldn’t comprehend it,
that she was really gone.
The years that he had known her ,
they hadn’t seemed that long.
Who would be there for him,
during his times of pain?
Her smile would always bring sunlight,
no matter how heavy the rain.
For as long as he had memories,
no matter where he roamed,
when he’d fall; she was always there,
so he’d never be alone.
How he longed to have her hold him,
as she had always done.
When he’d hurt like he’s hurting now he’d say,
“ It’s alright, you know I love you son”.
It might seem strange to others,
and maybe they just can’t see,
the little boy I saw today,
that little boy was me.
I miss you Mom - Ken
Copyright © Ken Baker | Year Posted 2011
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