BABY BOY
Little boy blue, come blow your
horn,
The sheep in the meadow, the cow
in the corn.
Baby boy, we love you,
We shout out loud with glee.
Though not our child by blood --
Our child, by God's decree.
We want to read to you nursery
rhymes,
We want to toss you a ball,
We want to teach you the A, B,
C's,
We want to watch you grow tall.
But wants like this go
unanswered --
Too soon you've gone far away.
You now have angels for
playmates,
And leave us behind for today.
Little boy blue, come blow your
horn,
Be happy in heaven,
For now you're at home.
Georgene As part of her work for the Garden of Innocence, Georgene wrote this poem. She says that she didn't supply a name so that... "Someone else would make that choice."