Only A Dream
In Memory of Xander Browning
Aug. 26, 2003-Feb. 20, 2007
Flying thru the sky
lighter than air,
toward the laughing moon
we always meet there-
with your little hand
tucked safely in mine,
we're laughing and spinning-
not worried about time.
Then It Stops--It's Quiet
I feel my heart ache
for morning has come and I must now wake.
I hold onto our adventues
the laughter and joy,
till night comes again--
Sleep gently my Xander,
Sweet baby boy.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.