That Special Boy 9-22-18

This poem's for that little boy

who I met in the store;

just helping grandma groc'ry shop

as he had done before.

This poem's for that patient boy.

While we began to chat;

attentively he listened too.

I was impressed with that.

This poem's for that quiet boy -

a little hard to gauge;

polite and rev'rent standing there,

mature for his young age.

This poem's for that humble boy

who's good and never sways,

who knows what's right and knows what's wrong,

who faithfully obeys.

This poem's for that precious boy

who grandma deeply loves;

there standing by her wheelchair

who she was speaking of.

This poem's for that pauper boy

whose grandma nodded "yes" -

when offered I, a loving sum.

She smiled and said "God bless".

This poem's for that speechless boy.

I turned to walk away

before the tears flowed from my eyes.

Then I began to pray.

This poem's for that special boy

I'll never see again;

but faithfully still pray for him...

before I say "Amen".

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