THE CHILD I CANNOT SEE
I miss the child I cannot see
And long for him to be with me.
There is no way to touch, it seems
Save only in my dreams.
But, within my heart, there is a place,
Where I can see his smiling face.
This child that has gone out of sight,
Still lives today in bright sunlight.
He walks among the trees, at break of day,
Through the grass, he makes his way.
Picking flowers as he walks,
And to his horse, he still talks.
Sometimes he rides high in the saddle,
Throwing ropes to lasso the cattle.
Sometimes he rides up the hills,
Through vast fields of daffodils.
Other times, he just walks along
Sometimes, whistling a happy song.
Within my heart, there is no time,
No clocks to tick, chirp or chime.
There are no hours, days or years
Deep within my heart, there are no tears.
For all is there as it had been
A young boy, gone, lives again!
This beautiful poetry is by Susan Elaine Collins,
read more of her touching works by clicking on the links below.
WHISPERS IN THE WIND
MEMORIES OF A COWBOY
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