"Where ever you are in the chronosynclastic infundibulum... I love you"
I lost my Mom a couple of years ago.. and so spending time with her today is not possible. My mom taught me so much about everything, she taught me to cook, to be patient with my son, and always told me to be a 'good boy'... she also taught me to love poetry and the beauty all around us, however it may manifest. My mom taught me that you didn't need to be a king to live like one and she taught me how to live life to the fullest. So, I thought, in celebration of what I remember as the 'best mom in the world' I would like to publish one of her most favorite poems. I hope that anyone reading the verse, finds the same bliss my mom and I shared when we would read it together... I hope you enjoy this lovely verse from America's beloved "children's poet', Eugene Field... read it with someone you love.
LITTLE BOY BLUE
by: Eugene Field (1850-1895)
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket moulds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue--
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there