Thursday, March 8, 2007

In Awe

I met a little boy today
He made me laugh and cry
His eyes they sparkled as he spoke
Now I wonder why

Those with little worries
Complain and whine the most
Yet this little wonder
Was such a perfect host

We spoke of sports and little things
Bike-riding and baseball too
Pitching, catching, fielding balls
There’s nothing he won’t do

Worry on his mother’s face
He’s weak and tired now
The only question on my mind
He smiles, happy. How?

You see this child is sick inside
Treatments fill his day
For lesser things most would fall
But that is not his way

I listen to him banter on
Planning far ahead
His dreams are of just one thing
To get up from his bed

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

My Aunt's a Butterfly

Wonderful colors you display
Hovering ‘round my yard
Without a second thought

I watch you and wonder
Why you’re here
Again, each time I see you

Hours you spend
Fluttering by
As if watching me

Suddenly I realize
She was in awe of you
Now she has returned

Your form she has taken
It’s such a delight
To see you again, now in flight