Children Remembered

You will never know how sweet the sound

of a baby crying in the night,

‘til silence weaves the halls

with its emptiness and fright.

Tiny footsteps running down the hall

leaving smears of fingerprints

'just so high' along the wall.

You will never know how beautiful the marks

‘til echoing in the daylight hours

the pitter-pat of little feet

remembered in the spring showers.

Tears mingle with raindrops

as tiny voices linger in the room

where remain traces of crayon marks.

You will never know how sweet ‘til

One day a small child, the next grown.

Laughter and tears, joy and pain

so filled with life of seeds sown.

Now silent as the empty halls

with their visions of children

displayed as smudges on the walls.

You will never know how precious…

‘til a mother remembers the small child

that lay against her breast.

Nurtured by her and loved by all.

‘Til separated by time and space.

She reaches out for memories

that only now she can embrace.

Hearing again that childish glee,

the happiness and joy shared.

Always with her heart to see

the children born from love

playing together and filling

her soul with joy untold.

You will never know until

the silence echoes reeling

into the emptiness and still

joyful remembrance replaces

sadness with treasures of smudges.

Dirty and Happy Little Faces!

You will never know ‘til.....

Sara Gardner Rogers Blow ©1983

Background Sound is my grandchild learning body parts in English from her Dad. She is now 12.  My first and only grandchild. Dad is in the US Navy.

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