There’s one little boy left on my list
All the others are done and I’ve wrapped all their gifts
He’s 15 years old and I have no idea
The things he would use or the clothes he would wear
My pace is much slower than those in the mall
And thank God they don’t see my tears as they fall
Memories flood back to the fun that we had
And I choose some magic cards and a soft felt like hat
T-shirts with sayings and famous peoples names
Were one of his favorites, I smile as I pay
Ma’am may I help you a clerk kindly asks
But she’d never understand this heavenly task
I’m shopping for an angel I thought I might say
As I wipe a tear from my cheek and quietly walk away
As I sit on a bench and sift through the gifts
I can’t help but remember the smile on his lips
The boy who brought the best out of Christmas for me
As he bolted toward the presents under the tree
I sat for a few and searched the many faces
And wondered if anyone else was here shopping for angels
Then I picked up my bag and headed for the door
And did what I’d done for five years before
I carefully headed to the corner of the lot
And placed my sons gifts in the donation box
I stopped and envisioned a boy of fifteen
Waking in the morning and opening these
For a moment I stood my heart broke once again
And screamed to the night MERRY CHRISTMAS MY SON.
Written by ~Joshua's Mom for her baby boy. <3
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