Name in Stone

I come to rest here by the river
My body weary from the ride
I sit and pray for forgiveness
While in my heart a flame does bide.

I sit and watch the children playing
Their little faces glow with smiles
I do not have childhood memories
To tide me through the lonely miles.

A little boy sat down beside me
With saddened eyes he looked at me
He did not speak but in his wisdom
Just reached out his hand to mine.

This little boy had all the answers
He must have been no more than 5
But with his loving and compassion
He sealed the wound left in my life.

I walked away, went to to the gravestone
Carved on it was my baby's name
That little boy somehow knew
The pain I felt from missing you.

I know someday will unite us
On that far and distant shore
But for now I will keep your memory
And see my baby's name in stone.
Judy Lindsey
6/3/2002

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