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| Memories Today I was walking On a street in my town I came across a big white house With a carefully manicured lawn. I saw a little boy Playing in the sand Running his trucks to and fro My mind drifted to another land..... The days when I once had a little boy Who loved to play in sand And picked me little flowers And placed them in my hand. Who loved to yell "Mommy" When a butterfly landed near Who looked at me for answers A boy who had no fears. A child who loved life As I taught him to do Who gave of himself But left this world to soon Tears slid down my face As I watched the little boy Remembering my own son When my life was filled with joy. I sighed a big sigh As the memories ran through my mind Of another sandbox long ago And the many things my son said. When ever I see a child Around the age of five I always get the "memories" Of our life before he died. I touch a dandelion When it's white and turned to "Fluff". I remember my birthday flowers And how the weeds meant so much. I have only my memories After all the years gone by I still can't help my heart, I still sit down and cry. by Sharon Bryant |
| Please visit Sharon's site to read about Andy. Just click his photo to go there. |