Written by Bill Willson 2003 and published in “The Goblet of Life”
(see published works)
Is there a creature less fearful
than a little child?
Rushing forward into the future undaunted.
My heart and his, so close
in his first twenty minutes.
Eleven million later, I contemplate.
Leave me alone! he says.
The silence is a deafening roar.
Please let him hear me pray.
His young heart so full of love,
would never a lost creature hurt.
Now his silence brings me pain.
Which path will he choose?
Will I ever really know
Until he sets his course?
My flesh and bone, my blood.
The one for whom I pray.
Why must our hearts be separated?
My boy, my only son.
Do I dare hope?
My joy, his life work commenced,
and I live to see him hold
his own son in his arms.
Bill Willson 