Little Boy Gone From My Sight
There’s no sound of laughter hereabouts without you. The sunrise is less spectacular because you are no longer here to share. The new buds on the trees at spring bring less rejoicing as did winter’s first snow blanket. There is no mirth nor wit nor wisdom in the stories others tell, because they lack the spontaneity that was so specially yours.
I miss you all the days of my life – waking, sleeping, walking, running, at ease, at work – whatever I do, no matter where or when, until the day I die, you’ll be in my thoughts and mind and heart.
We could have talked, I know, and spent more hours together. But I feared intrusion on the little free time you found for yourself. I held you close whenever I could, but was concerned lest you thought I was too possessive.
We should have talked more – oh God I wish we had. I thought wrong all the way – You were my gift from God, the most wonderful thing that I could ever have dear, blessed Little Boy Gone.
Betty Ann Fisher