The sun is up spreading its golden sunshine across the floor
Hear the sound of small feet running fast as they can to the door
Big eyes looking through the window to make sure there’s no rain
He grabs his tonka truck in tiny hands, forgetting he is still in PJs
And runs for his island of mystery and imagination, the sandbox
Where all his fantasies are played out in grand adventures in his mind
You can see him as he talks to all the unseen characters and players
The real world long forgotten as lives in this one, until the call to eat.
Scrambling in, not wanting to wash, telling of all his wonderful time
These are some of the memories causing tears to fall from sad eyes now
For this small child has been taken away forever
Now by a stupid selfish act
On this earth he smiles and plays and runs and hugs and loves no longer
The pain of his leaving tears at the very fabric of the hearts
Of those love him
Remembering the innocence of his laugh
And the glow of wonder in his eyes
The child hears strange sounds and stops for a minute,
It sounds like crying
He stands up and looks around his huge golden sandbox
Full of wonderful toys
For he was playing again,
Playing in his own little world of great imagination
At the edge of his sandbox he finds no lawn,
Instead nothing there but clouds
And he can see all those who love them,
They are right there, almost touching
He does not understand why they are crying,
But he does know they are there
He waves and goes back to his toys,
His beautiful new sandbox in the clouds
He feels no pain, no sadness,
For this is a place where only peace can live
Where the sun is always bright, soft breezes blow gently, and all is love
He will play happily, and though the years pass slowly on our earth
To him it will be but only the space of a moment until the reuniting comes
And he runs happily into the arms of those who loved him so very much.