My son,
You used to dream about going to the carnival,
About the wind combing its fingers through your hair
On the Ferris wheel ride.
Little man,
You coveted the ice creams, said to be best of all.
We told you wait, and you, without a care,
Would let that dream in your heart abide.
My toy soldier,
You would parade around the house, growing so tall,
Wearing your carnival outfit, without a tear
Treasuring your ticket like your someday-bride.
Sport,
You were running around the house, bouncing off the wall,
Practicing the games you couldn't lose, oh you wouldn't dare.
I can still see that big baby blue bear from the pictures you eyed.
My boy,
You used to dream about going to the carnival,
How you would ride, with joy your mare
And reach with all your might towards the ring that you spied.
My son,
How the tears do fall,
Because it is not fair
That you have died.
Since we never got to go, my precious son,
I hope there is a carnival in heaven, with all
The toys you want, especially that big blue bear,
And that wonderful Ferris wheel ride.
