BIG BOY
his eyes shine like the stars on a summer night
his laugh...a childish, hearty sound
his shadow chases him, but it's in vain
as his wheels go 'round and 'round.
he squeals his pleasure and delight,
as his confidence just gets higher
the wind in his face, the sun on his back,
as he yells, "Look Mommy, I'm a flier!"
excerpt from
"Visions From the Heart"
by Elizabeth Martin