A Child Of The Past

 Michael was my little boy,
He never got to play with toys,

Or ride a bike or see a plane,
Or even hear me call his name.

He was here for just a short time,
That precious little boy of mine.

I never got to hold him and he never knew,
How very much I wanted to.

My precious little boy, if I could talk to you,
And tell you all the things I wanted to,

I'd hold your tiny loving hands and
 tell you, you'll always be your mama's little man.

 In loving memory of my son
Michael Paul Moon
12/15/73 - 12/15/73
Gone but never forgotten

© By Gloria Collins 
12/25/73 

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