Faye Sizemore

THE BEARER

Smiling… the small brown-eyed blond boy… walked along
His steps not halting as he progressed to where he belonged
He could see his parents standing afar… waiting just for him
He looked not right or left for he saw in his heart… only them

He could see that Mamma’s eyes shone
with a love only the blessed have known
and evident as he stood by her side…
happy and smiling… was Daddy’s pride

Closer and closer… proudly… the little boy came
as he heard the Pastor speak their name
He held out the pillow… this important little man
‘Here Daddy… Here is the ring
to place on my sweet Mamma’s hand