Here you come running with flung open
arms to be scooped up totality in our love.
Yesterday mingles together with today.
Who is this we hug with leftover hunger?
Your sweet face is like no other, even your mother's.

Little boy with skin smooth and smile breaking
the sunbeams into rays of life for all to feel.
Run. run quickly while there is time before
we both become too old to play.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem