Justin
By: Marc A. Turner Copyright © 2002
See the service that just finished
was the funeral for my dad
Now my mom doesn’t walk too well
going from here to there
So I was right there with her…
pushing the wheelchair
I notice two close friends, at the aisle,
as we were going by
I told my mom to look… it’s Justin,
Dan & Nette’s little guy
He seemed a little sad
and as she looked, their eyes embraced
He was saying “it’s ok, don’t worry…”
Not with words… but with his face
Time froze for that split second,
as they locked in a silent exchange
Something happened… I don’t know what,
but it really was quite strange
Then with a crooked little smile…
he waved his little hand
Chills were flowing down my back
like white hot grains of sand
Later, mom had mentioned
about the way that Justin smiled
She said I saw him and I felt him,
he is one very special child
It makes you kinda wonder
what this “life “ is all about
The awesome power that comes forth
from just a little kid’s cute pout
He seems to carry something,
something glowing from within
A very special kid he is…
right to the dimple on his chin
Now looking back… I’m not surprised
I knew he’d be that way
See, his parents are special people too…
Thank you guys… you made our day!
02/13/02