A honey brown little boy,
Deep soulful brown eyes,
That reach deep inside,
Sad and joyful all at once,
As if those innocent windows have seen,
More than they should,
Loved by a multitude,
Pale as a sea of white linen,
Each wants to give a piece of them,
As if they desire to see,
An outcome that spans time and place,
That exceeds expectations,
Yet sadness is intermingled with the joy,
Of knowing one so small, so fresh, so dear,
Prayers of thanks for the time allowed,
Pass our lips charged with emotion,
The time is so brief yet, it seems an eternity,
Until our time comes again.

07/16/2004