Why he asked, do we have to be here?
Why are we in a shelter, is there
something to fear?
Holding his hand, I look in his eyes
telling him we will be fine,
but inside my heart cries.
Leaving behind his favorite toy,
it shouldn't be like this,
he is just a little boy.
I try to be strong for his sake
I give him a smile
but inside I just ache.
I know we will be okay
leaving a past behind
hoping for a better day.
Wondering if I can trust again
Knowing it will be a while,
but asking "when"?
I have the world right by my side
I have my little boy
and to him I am his guide.
He looks to me, innocense and all
I'm gonna be strong,
for him I'm going to stand tall.
My little big man, an age of five
so full of life and dreams
and so much alive.
His innocense shows what
I wish I had back
Will it ever be there
or be something I lack?
But for now I know we are fine
me and my little
big man of mine.


11-13-09