Oh My Little Bare Foot Boy

a poem by Linda Bates Terrell, USA

As I watch you play,
on this oh so sunny day,
You run about,
without a doubt,
my heart you carry,
upon your cuff,
I linger to watch,
fun you have, oh so much.

As I watch you play,
another bright sunny day,
if I could just,
for one day,
be a child again,
together we could run,
run up and down the hills,
climb the meadows trees, and
I'll be your bestest friend.

I'd throw the ball,
again, far above your head,
You'd jump so high,
grabbing it mid air,
dirty bare feet and all,
a tale of fame and glory.
now and back when you were small.

As the long day would end,
to you I would softly grin,
as we went in,
If only we were young again

My youth, it vanishes,
and to be your ol grandma,
sitting patiently alone,
watching you till days end

And while I watch you
alone in my mind
as I once again, see you play
oh (my) little barefoot boy
I love you so.

Linda Terrell
November 2, 2009 8:57 P.M.

re written and corrected March 2, 2012 8:34 A.M.

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