While in the bathroom dressing
with recollections slow -
I thought about a four year old
I'd known so long ago....
There standing, oh so proper,
in aura, rigid, straight -
so patiently he waited as
his school bus was late.
Excitement reigned a little,
though he was insecure -
but halo's light surrounded him.
His innocence was pure.
His shoes were shined and glowing,
suit pressed with cute bow tie.
So proudly his dear mother felt
that something made her cry.
First day of schools excitement,
with teachers' rigid plan -
while he stood still and proper with
her bouquet firm in hand.
She took those special flowers
right from his sweaty palm -
and as she placed them in a vase
she wondered of his mom.
So where's that little child -
that four year old boy -
who waited for the school bus
with bouquet, suit and joy?
So accurate my memories,
my mirror reflects truth -
the innocence has long since passed
this boy had in his youth.
But someone loves the little -
forever helps them grow -
and mom had known this very fact -
that God has loved us so.
©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Philippians 2:14-16 (KJV)
14 Do all things without murmurings and disputings:
15 That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world;
16 Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain.
with recollections slow -
I thought about a four year old
I'd known so long ago....
There standing, oh so proper,
in aura, rigid, straight -
so patiently he waited as
his school bus was late.
Excitement reigned a little,
though he was insecure -
but halo's light surrounded him.
His innocence was pure.
His shoes were shined and glowing,
suit pressed with cute bow tie.
So proudly his dear mother felt
that something made her cry.
First day of schools excitement,
with teachers' rigid plan -
while he stood still and proper with
her bouquet firm in hand.
She took those special flowers
right from his sweaty palm -
and as she placed them in a vase
she wondered of his mom.
So where's that little child -
that four year old boy -
who waited for the school bus
with bouquet, suit and joy?
So accurate my memories,
my mirror reflects truth -
the innocence has long since passed
this boy had in his youth.
But someone loves the little -
forever helps them grow -
and mom had known this very fact -
that God has loved us so.
©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Philippians 2:14-16 (KJV)
14 Do all things without murmurings and disputings:
15 That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world;
16 Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain.
LOVE IT!!! Very touching!
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