A Boy Once Again

The other morning my husband woke up remembering when he was young. He loved summertime. He said he wanted to be playing baseball, riding his green bike, swimming in one of the farm ponds close by, and showing our grandson, Ethan, how to frog gig.

It’s hard sometimes not being able to do all the things that you once enjoyed.

But then he thought about Heaven and how wonderful Heaven is going to be. And he thought about how much God loves him. We are so blessed.

This poem is written by me through my husband’s eyes.

A Boy Once Again

I woke to dreams of yesterday

Days that seem so far away.

To a baseball flying through the air

And in my mind I knew I was there.

Playing baseball on a summer day

And enjoying a wonderful time of play.

Going swimming all the day long

Remembering when my body was strong.

Sneaking watermelons from a neighbor’s farm

There was so many what could it harm.

Taking a ride on my bike of green

Through country roads while I day dream.

Hearing the crickets and frogs at night

Going frog gigging with the pale moon light.

Hearing my father call my name

“Come home, my son, it’s time to rest.”

And then I awaken to another dream

Of a beautiful place with fields of green.

Where I hear my Father call once more

“Come home, my son, it’s time to rest.”

- Patricia Rice

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