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
Who picked me little flowers
And placed them in my hand

Who loved to yell “Mommy”
When a butterfly landed near
Who looked to me for answers
A boy who had no fears

A child who loved life
As I had taught him to do
Who gave of himself
But left this world too 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 head
Of another sandbox long ago
And the many things my son said

Whenever 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”
Remembering my birthday flowers
And how the weeds meant so much

I only have my memories
After all the years gone by
I still can’t help my heart
I still sit down and cry

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