WAITING FOR HIS CALL

WAITING FOR HIS CALL

The little boy I used to hold
And bounce upon my knee
Is now a man grown tall and strong
Yet still looks for love from me.

A bond that time cannot erase
That of a mother and her son -
Through all the trials and troubles
I cheer him on when he's won.

And when his world has toppled
I most always get a call -
Telling me what's happened;
Asking if it's worth it all.

I try to give him courage;
The will to live another day -
Looking back, I would not change
Or have it any other way.

Now time has changed his thinking
And he's chosen the right pathway
He's coming home - tomorrow -
At least he's on his way.

Sitting by the window and
Looking out at the starry night,
I've put him in God's care
I know he will be all right.

The hair now is pure silver,
The hands weary - I may fall;
Somewhere up there in Heaven
I'll be waiting for his call.

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