The time too premature
The mom yet to kiss
My father to be seen
A reality step that is too frequently missed

No windblown lashes
No summertime splashes
Never learning to tie my shoes
Only feels like nothing just burning

Waiting in this wave of children
That have been put through the same test
Hoping and waiting here with God
All the while knowing the truth

Wish you were here, Mom and Dad

Stephen W. Huff