You Came as a Visitor
you came as a visitor as we all are to my world
a beautiful boy a joy to hold straight and tall
a child to all didn't stay long i should have known
you would always be a visitor found nowhere to call home you were my son
the only one the child i loved an alien to be sure
came from another world perhaps another planet had your own thoughts
you came to me heard my call and there you were
for a little while blue eyes like the clear blue sky blond hair
like the setting sun a joy to see you made your own way
far from me and all who loved you found your own place
remained a visitor all of your life a visitor who heard my call
November 26, 2016
1 comment:
Annell, I think all of our children come as visitors to our lives. Some grow up and stay close. Some grow up and find their own place. And I think both ways are hard in their own way.... Parenting is NOT easy.
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