A Boy Called Baby Squirrel

A Boy Called Baby Squirrel

I watched from the corner of my eye
the silver specks sparkle upon his head
like the sun sipping at a lake on a
crystal clear day

and I wished,
God I wished for just one second,
I could look him in the eye

Gathering every ounce of courage,
I stole a glance
knowing that the pain that pierced his eyes
would reflect on my heart
And ... as sure as tomorrow's forecast for sun
with a chance of rain would be a 50/50

I too was both wrong
and right.

The pain, yes it was there
gnawing through his deep set blue eyes
yet at that very moment I wondered why -

why do we never see a baby squirrel.

Such an odd thought for a moment like this,
and perhaps it was just another question of "why"
that I wanted to throw at God today.
One that could be answered and then put to rest
and forgotten.

Yet the reflection upon my heart
from those deep blue eyes
was one that could never be answered,
never be put to rest
and never be forgotten.

NEVER - NEVER - NEVER

UNTIL ...
He looked at me and smiled
and I noticed the gap beneath his smile
as he ever so casually stuck his tongue
through the hole with a giggle

and then he said

" hey lady do you know what my Mommy calls me"
and I replied
"no hunny what does your Mommy call you"

"My Mommy calls me her baby squirrel
because baby squirrels are fur-less and tiny,
and I too in a little while will leave the nest
and go home to God"

As I looked at him from the tip
of his shiny little head, to the gap in his smile
to the pain that grew beneath those brave blue eyes

I knew,
my tomorrow would never be the same.

Feed your faith and your fears will starve to death. - Author Unknown