I lost my little boy
This lady said to me
I asked if she'd like me to help her find him
Is he like me?
A little older than you, she replied
A little older, she repeated in a softer voice
This time to herself
I was only eight, but thought
Brooklyn kids like me never get lost
And I asked her again, as my mother came up
She greeted the lady and took me by the hand
We said goodbye and parted
A step or two and my mom said
Her little boy is now in heaven
How do you know?
The lady has a gold star on her window
Her little boy was a man
For all the other little boys and girls
Who became men and women that way
Take care, and say thank you to them
This Memorial Day, 2023.
- HK -