Thursday, June 25, 2009

Blame it on Patrice

Patrice over at Blessings Amid Chaos posted a wonderful poem she wrote about her boys. It got me thinking (Danger danger) and this popped out of my head.

That little boy I miss the most

He was always in mischief it seemed
His best efforts to behave oft met with defeat
His path was easy to discern
Just follow the broken or messed up places
Toys were usually left anywhere the interest left
His day was a meandering progress
That brought him each day to a dream filled sleep
That little boy I miss the most

He wasn’t plagued by self doubt
He knew he could do
Whatever came to his mind to do
Those things he knew
He knew them without question
No wall was too tall
No valley was too wide
No task was too daunting
He faced each day as an unfolding adventure
That little boy I miss the most

There were scraped knees and skinned elbows
There were bloody noses and black eyes
There were falls and tumbles
But, there were conquered mountains
There were crossed rivers
There were spanned valleys
There were hands raised in victories
And new challenges eagerly anticipated
Just over the next hill or around the next bend
For that little boy I miss the most

You may wonder what happened to that little boy
That I would miss him so much

Time passed

Toys gave way to girls and cars
Grade school gave way to high school and college
Adventure gave way to jobs and a career
Boyhood gave way to manhood
Being a kid gave way to being a parent
And then, even a grandparent
Simple choices gave way to complicated decisions
The walls got taller, the valleys wider, and the rivers deeper

Still, every now and then, that little boy comes out to play
In my heart he runs and jumps
He tumbles and dives
He kicks up leaves and swings on vines
He knows what he knows unquestionably
He does what he does without fear
Until it is time for him to return home once more
That little boy I miss the most

Until next time

Ron Simpson Jr.
June 25, 2009


Patrice said...

I love it! I am honored that I inspired you today!

Willow Tree said...

You have a gift my friend. Thank you for reminding me today, it was just what I needed to hear.


Heather of the EO said...

CHILLS, Ron. That was just perfect!