It’s now close to two years that I saw him last. Be was my first student at Wisdom Tree Home, and the one that left the most lasting imprint on my heart. I stumbled across a picture of him yesterday and floods of memories came back. Here is a poem I posted two years ago of him. I felt it would be appropriate to post it again.
I miss you, I miss you, child of my heart
(Child that never really was mine)
Eyes so deep you’d think you’d drown
Drown in those tears of salty brine.
But child, child, I miss those hands
Brown and small that clung to my own
Clung to my hands and held to my heart
But now I hold alone.
The last time I saw you, child of mine
You looked so fragile and skinny and small
And I don’t know if I’ll ever again
Walk this way and hear you call
But child, child, I’ll never, forget
The way you hugged me that one last time
Child, I love you, no words can say
(Child that never really was mine).