MY BRIAN

MEMORY The quiet surrounds me as I drive to visit with my son, The sun is shining; the air is warm and dry, such a beautiful Day as I will myself not to cry. He has been away from me for thirteen years, I try to envision his handsome face, The memories keep up a steady pace, The love I feel for him settles my pounding heart, The tears I keep away stay hidden behind the lids. My wish to remember his laughter is a start To keep his memory alive with remembering as a tot, How I would ask him to clean his room And he would, with reluctance, he sure smiled a lot! I can see him wearing his brown, felt, cowboy slippers His blue and white pajamas, bending over picking up his toys, Already thinking, the day will hold so many more joys . He had a toy soldier that went with him to his various stops, The kitchen, yard, his room, and finally, with him to dream In his crib, his protector, his pal, his arm around him, Brian's eyes would gleam. Good-night Brian, don't forget to say your prayers, I would say, A kiss, a hug for him and one, of course, for his soldier, To awake to another day, his life not yet over.