He chases the squirrels...
This little boy with the too small chin, crooked face and wonderful grin.
And he probably thinks any day now he'll finally catch one...
This little boy with the too small chin, crooked face and wonderful grin.
And he probably thinks any day now he'll finally catch one...
So who am I to cast shadows on dreams?
To tell him what's possible - shut down his steam?
When he's already shown so many miracles to me...
To tell him what's possible - shut down his steam?
When he's already shown so many miracles to me...
And as I grow older - and younger - with him, and learn to chase squirrels, and call everyone friend, I only hope I can hold on to the joy he'll be bringing, as we run thru the park, neath the trees, where his laughter is ringing...
--by Ed G., from Wednesday's class, October 3
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