Remembrance

I remember his pale blue eyes, as he’d stare blankly into the winter skies,

That sweet little laugh he made when he told silly lies;

His plump rosy cheeks; His cute little hands,

His tiny little face turned red from adolescent demands.

I remember holding him in my arms, the defenseless little thing;

And there he would sleep, and to him I would sing,

But this joy was short-lived, for winter had its way,

And the colds’ icy hands snatched my love away.

I still remember the tears in those pale blue eyes

As he lie there stiff, like an angel in disguise,

His plump rosy cheeks, turned rough and white,

As the winter’s frost chilled him that night;

His little hands, cold from the iciness of the snow,

His racing heart, pleading not to let go.

But this pleading was in vain, for not much after,

No one would again hear his sweet laughter.

And there he lay, covered in snow,

My love, I just had to let you go…