What Would Be

I sit in wonder of what would be

Of the places you'd go, the people you'd see

Wrapped up in thoughts of what you would do

Wondering what things would make you you.

Would you ride a bike and throw a ball?

Wondering if you would be big or small

Would you be able to run and hide?

Would you prefer the swing or the slide?

How much would you laugh and cry?

How fast would the time pass by?

Wondering about the things you'd say

How delightful it would be to see you play.

But, things were not as we were told

You will never grow up, never grow old

You exist in a place far from the earth

You experienced a new kind of birth

And we were left here to ponder this fate

Wondering how much longer we'll have to wait

To see you again, in a whole new light

When all of this wrong will finally be right.

~ SMF 08-12-11