The toys lay in a perfect place,
Enveloped in a sheath of dust
As his eyes searched the shore,
Swayed by a wave of lust
Sturdy and straight he stood
And its a smile, he said just
As the soaked windowsills shed
Those entangled layers of rust.
There I sat, smiling all the while
As they reminded me of my little boy.
As he looked again for me,
And started running to the sea
Quick and swift he was,
As he chased down that stingy bee
In a spur of excitement, he fell
He fell, and bruised his knee
I leapt out for him, and suddenly I realised
He was no longer my little boy.
And what a day it was,
When he adorned those medals in plenty
'See Dad, the best one right here', he said
And kept it on my hand
'Here it is, Its yours', he whispered, 'I brought it for you'
He was my jewel, shining bright
With this, he hugged me tight
And then he slipped over to the ground,
I reached out, and helped
As he said 'I will always be your little boy'
Thinking of all of this, sitting right there, I watched
As they brought him over to me, silent, eyes closed
'Wake up son, I am here, and here's your medal'
But he didn't listen to any of it
As a tear slowly rolled down my cheek,
And the reality dawned on me
I paused. What became of my little boy...
