I miss the child I can not 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, or chrip 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 Collins
July 18 1979 ~ July 28 1997