Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Any time I see a toddler boy - I think of you.
I am glued to his every move....I stare.
I stare and I wonder...
Would you be that size?
What would you be saying?
What would you look like?
What would you be into?
I stare and hope.....
That your story will continue to be told.
That justice will be served.
I stare and cry....
That should be you and me.
And the "If only" statements run through my mind.
I stare and long....
To hold you in my arms.
To kiss your sweet, chubby cheeks.
To tell you how much I love you.
I stare and remember....
How incredible you are.
How much I loved spending every minute with you.
Your beautiful eyes and smile.
I stare and wish.....
this had never happened to you.
I stare and watch him squeeze his mother's cheeks and kiss her
As a tear runs down my face....I stare....and I ask...... WHY.