Wednesday, July 11, 2007


softly, mother spoke to her child
she told him to stay awhile
serving milk and cookies to kill his pain
and sent him out to play till there was no more day

father broke his son's first mitt in
threw him a fast ball and a spin
but never did he miss anyone
he felt so much pride for his dear son

outside on the street
a boy tries his best to beat the heat
he's all alone
he's got no home
life was good in the past
till he lost his mom and dad
but in his heart, he's glad
for in there, they are not dead

throughout the years
there were some tears
but the love still goes strong
in the hearts of our young

© 1996 thomas bates

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