2006 Written for Amy and Jeff Bell after their oldest son, Joseph, died of
brain cancer. Valley Forge Ward, PA.
A sweet, small boy runs strong and free
Through fields and puddles and round the trees.
In his hands he gathers leaves
And rocks and sticks and crawly things.
His laughter's heard all round the place
And smiles are broad upon his face.
The legs, once weak, now quick and limber,
Carry him through grass and timber.
Two feeble arms and hands so thin,
Now perched up underneath his chin,
Are plump and pink and move with ease.
He's happy now, it's plain to see.
But as he sits and thinks a bit,
Through fields and puddles and round the trees.
In his hands he gathers leaves
And rocks and sticks and crawly things.
His laughter's heard all round the place
And smiles are broad upon his face.
The legs, once weak, now quick and limber,
Carry him through grass and timber.
Two feeble arms and hands so thin,
Now perched up underneath his chin,
Are plump and pink and move with ease.
He's happy now, it's plain to see.
But as he sits and thinks a bit,
He sees his house and misses it.
Just then a big, strong hand he feels--
The hand that carries, mends and heals
All little boys and girls
That suffer while they're in the world.
A hand once weary like his own
That brought him here.
He's finally home.
~by Kathryn May Chapman
Just then a big, strong hand he feels--
The hand that carries, mends and heals
All little boys and girls
That suffer while they're in the world.
A hand once weary like his own
That brought him here.
He's finally home.
~by Kathryn May Chapman
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