"Little boy, when you speak
I can't help but kiss your cheeks
I love the way you grab my hands
And tell me all about your plans
Rocket high, comets fly
You and I could take a ride
And fly away to Neverland
And give our best to Peter Pan
When you reach for the stars
Don't forget who you are
And please don't turn around and grow up way too fast
See the sand in my grasp
From the first to the last
Every grain becomes a memory of the past
Oh, life's an hourglass
Life's an hourglass
Story's read, prayer is said
Close your eyes sleepyhead
While angels linger in your dreams
And hold you in their feathered wings
Just like you, I was small
Not that long ago at all
I wish you all the happiness
That God gives freely if you ask" – Mindy Gledhill
Comments:
Patricia said…
Such an awesome poem. Such an awesome boy. I love you JT. 🙂 Grandma B.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010 6:14:33 PM
Bruce said…
I sure like that little guy. He is kind of like my link to the little ones in the family. He is a great little guy.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010 8:11:27 AM