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Created on: May 25, 2008
How big he is this little boy
yet now he seems so far away
off to the hospital he has gone
on this his unluckiest day
he coughed and wheezed all night long
wanting to know if he was all right
he fought the good fight gave his best
now I wait into the long night
to hear the magic words told to me
by his mommy who waits anxiously
by his side in some strange place
this she does very nervously
this has happened four times before
each one was draining of mind and of peace
to look into his questioning eyes
while wrapped in comforting fleece
I saw his hopes and saw his fears too
all this in the mind of one so young
the strangeness and newness of it all
in his mind though he was among
we who know him best and love him so
his strength is there to behold
he tells us not to worry for
we're going home together he's been told
by a caring doctor and nurses too
who with their smiles relieve our doubts
together once more we walk alone
this time though there are no doubts
and as we leave for the long trip home
we are reminded that in times of worry
bless all our children those in our care
who want only the animals so furry
to sleep with them at bedtime
knowing we are there
waiting for the morning of a new day
holding a flower by it's stem
new life and a new promise as well
are enfolded as one in the eyes of us all
happy once more time moving on for this lad
he so big yet now in our eyes so small
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