Shiny long hair flying behind,
Moving with a Paul Bunyun stride,
He flies toward his destination,
With youthful zest and pride.
A billed hat perched to the back,
Plaid jacket swinging so free,
Lover of outdoors and sunshine,
He watches all there is to see.
Where is my tiny wide-eyed baby?
Where the curious, questioning child?
What happened to the happy toddler?
Or the boy who explored the wild?
Gone are his collections
Of fossils, shells, and rocks,
Toys are tucked out of sight,
While hours on the phone he talks.
He marches to a different song,
Needing so much to be free,
But his heart cries for acceptance,
And his soul no longer fills with glee.
Struggling to be his own person,
Feeling at 18 heís a man,
I see the child within him,
But he wants to say "I can!"
Abandoned by dad; betrayed by "friends",
Intelligence different but great,
No one to understand as he does them,
Far too quick moves his fate.
Despair replaces youthful dreams,
Betrayal and rejection his heart sate,
Caught in a tidal wave of emotion,
O God! Too soon, itís too late.
I grieve for the light of my life,
My challenging, sensitive, slim boy,
Ah, if only he knew how we loved him,
Heís have been saved just by our joy.
Full of sorrow, I must say goodbye,
To my only child---my son, my love,
Clinging to many precious memories,
Knowing someday Iíll see him above.