Silly Thought
I know this is a silly thought
For so many years have passed
Since this touched anyone’s mind
And yet why is it such a sad thing
To consider that
I am no one’s little boy anymore
Now isn’t that a ridiculous thought for someone
Pushing the 50 years out of their way
And why should it matter
After all this time
“Who’s little boy are you?”
One of my earliest memories
A memory seldom touched now
How many times
Was I pointed out
With “That’s my little boy”
Yes, they are silly thoughts
Today
But for some reason
They fill my heart
Even now as I think
Of my own
Of the ones I used to refer to
As my little girls
And my little boy
Will thoughts of those words
And the pride that goes
With them
Ever touch them and bring
Warmth or a tear
They, too, far past
A time where the phrase
Is appropriate
Except in a father’s heart
There is still joy in the phrase
But it is tinted with blue
MFM
Aunt Dot’s
May 18, 2006
11:09 AM
Thursday
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