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My Little Boy
You will always be
My little boy
With trucks and trains
And sunny day games
With muddy bare feet
And candy so sweet
And orange pop cheeks
And tricycle squeaks
You will always be
To me
As delightful as can be
My little boy.
You will always be
My little boy
Who ran through the store
With questions galore
Who climbed in the trees
And watched bumblebees
Who turned my face red
With things that you said
You will always be
To me
As curious as can be
My little boy.
You will always be
My little boy
Who looked for the mud
And the grease and the crud
Who played all those games
And called girls names
Who found more and more
To store in his drawers
You will always be
To me
As wonderful as can be
My little boy.
You will always be
My little boy
Who fell off his bike
And medicine didn’t like
Who went without scrubbing
Or taking a bath and rubbing
The dirt off your ears
Oh what happened to the years
When you were here with me
My little boy…
But I am so glad
For the times that I had
When I watched you play
And heard you say
Can we, Will we, Do we,
Look at this, look at that,
Look at what I see
Look at me
Your little boy…
Look at me – your little boy - in heaven now…
Look at what I see…
Emerald pillars and white light
No more sorrows or tears at night
No more good-byes
Or anyone who dies…
He’s just like us
He understands
He knows our tears
And has a plan
To bring us here
All together again
To save us all
And be our friend
By Randy Stahla For those who have lost a son.
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