A FADED BLUE BOW

  
                                             A faded blue bow a lock from a pig tail
                                             Worn by a child so precious and frail 
                                             Placed in a drawer by a mother one day 
                                             After God called her child a way. 

                                             A ragged old doll on a pink window sill
                                             Alone in a room where laughter has stilled 
                                             Gone are the toys from where they once lay 
                                             After God called her child away. 

                                             Two tiny shoes that will never be worn
                                             One puppy dog left sadly to mourn
                                             Are part of a memory of yester year
                                             Cherished with love and one small tear

                                                                     Author Ruth Tomlin ©