With the sun on our faces and the wind in our hair He ran through the yard as I rested in my chair Chasing butterflies and watching the ants to picking up sticks or helping Mom water plants Even with my eyes closed I can still hear his joy In a sing song manner that flowed from my boy The sun was blocked and i opened my eyes To him standing there, hands behind him, holding a surprize The smile on his face enamoured me so, as long as he smiled i would also He opened his little hands, every dandylion he could possibly hold Nothing compares to the love I felt, with his fists full of gold. Victoria Vaughn
Posted on: Tue, 17 Sep 2013 15:24:47 +0000
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