I miss the child I cannot see,
And long for him to be with me.
There is no way to touch, it seems,
Save only in my dreams.
But, within my heart, there is a place
Where I can see his smiling face.

This child that has gone out of sight,
Still lives today in bright sunlight.
He walks among the trees, at break of day.
Through the grass, he makes his way,
Picking flowers as he walks
And to his horse, he still talks.

Sometimes he rides high in the saddle,
Throwing ropes to lasso the cattle.
Sometimes he rides up the hills
Into vast fields of daffodils.
Other times, he walks along,
Sometimes whistling a happy song.

Within my heart, there is no time,
No clocks to tick, chirp or chime.
There are no hours, days or years;
Deep within my heart, there are no tears.
For all is there as it had been,
A young boy gone, lives again.

 By Susan Elaine Collins 1999 ©








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