Baby Boy

My nine year old sun rose and woke

Was my joy. His dawn was pure, kind

To the life in my eyes. Up the hill he

Ran and as did I. To the top I met our

Baby blue sky, high with care. Our time

On the hill had past as the wind does

With none to bare. With him, raw was

The life we care not to part. But my sun

Had met his dusk before I knew the

Fall, and afar was my baby boy. Our sky

Went dark on the hill when he got a new

Home. Far from day I now lay. In my

Arms was the sun I knew, now a star-

I cry. My nine year old sun now sees

Me grow with a hold to my hand, and

love is my baby boy.