The little boy

 

 

                The day I met

                The little boy

                With the baby blue eyes

                And the beautiful cherubic smile

               

He stood alone in the rain

As tears rolled down his chin

And his hand covered his face

 

I knelt and met his eyes

And I asked him why he cries

Then I wiped the tear from his cheek

 

“The child inside is dying”

(He smiles and pauses his crying)

"Will you help me find mommy?"

 

We walked together

As we searched for his mother

And I sheltered him from the rain

 

I led him from his nightmare

And found out that I faced my fear

As I knew that this boy was me

 

                That was the day I met

                The little boy

                With the baby blue eyes

                And the beautiful  cherubic smile

               

Reviews

[Pj]

What a journey! How wonderful!
I loved it....the flow, the message- absolutely gorgeous

[Damien Dsoul]

You took a journey into yourself: into the pain of the past, and came out a man. I sure can apprecaite the paradoxical twist in your poem. It's so grabbing and vividly so in a story-telling sort of way. I can almost relate to it.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

awwwwwwwwwww this is so cute.... i want to hug the little boy.

it also shows the writers gentleness and inner delicate nature ;)

[Carole]

Jason, this is so touching. I want to hold the "Little boy with the baby blue eyes and the cherubic smile!" You mesmerized me with this one. Poems like this about a child, just reach down deep into my heart and grab me. I haven't read one like this is quite some time. Nightmares are so common for children that are fighting something. I know so often people write fiction, but in this case, was the little boy you? This one is going into my favorites. There's just something about it that I can't seem to shake. Thank you for sending it. :-)

[Astrid Hamilton]

What a beautiful poem of finding oneself from a path lost to a past that had a mirage,
cleared away was the debris,
all because of love that was true,
from the hope of seeing through-
so then he existed, and he exists.

[Wildfleour]

This somehow reminds me of Holden Caulfield.

Nice, Jason.

Very sweet... I liked this it showed that you were able to get over something horrible... or so I interpreted it as such.