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Little Boy, No More

 

 

LITTLE BOY, NO MORE

 

Little Boy, No More

 

No more toys ~ Strewn on the floor

No little friends ~ Come through our door.

 

No more bat ~ And no more ball

No noisy feet ~ To pace our hall.

 

No patches left ~ For skinned up knee

No tiny arms ~ Reach out to me.

 

No little lad ~ To warm my lap

No sleepy head ~ To take a nap.

 

No choo-choo train ~ Or teddy bear

No tiny hands ~ clasp tight in prayer.

 

So many little ~ Things to miss

A smile, a hug ~ A cry, a kiss.

 

The toys and memories ~ Are stored away

To fill our hearts ~ With yesterday.

 

When fingerprints ~ Smudged windowpanes

And tiny feet ~ Splashed in the rain.

 

Author/Written By:

Marilyn Ferguson

©1988

 

 

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"And Still"

 

 

 

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