Little boy blue in a world spinning
wild
Will the clouds ever lift from your soul?
The mirror reflects
such a fragmented child
Tis my quest that the mirror be
whole.
Seven years old - in my arms life anew
Comes the poem my heart
longs to write.
Holding close to my sweet little boy blue
As we
trudge through the dark, fearsome night.
Your tears like the edge
of a shiny steel sword
The tiny face that lights like my sun.
A
red star glowing bright never to fade
Oh my little boy blue how
you run.
A dreamer aswirl on a cloudless morn
Growing tall is
my little boy blue.
November gift for which I was reborn
On
your day, youngest son, I love you.
(c) 1998 Jody All Rights Reserved
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