Jac Judy A. Campbell

Blow me a kiss, sweetheart
   Send it straight to me
I'll grab it before it floats away
I'll catch it in the breeze

I'll tuck it in my pocket
  I'll keep it close inside
I'll keep it warm and safe
  Until I'm by your side

Blow me a kiss, sweetheart
Let it drift from you to me
I'll hold it on my lips so warm
  Until with you I'll be

So blow me a kiss, sweetheart
  And I will send you mine
Keep it warm upon your lips
  Until I'm by your side

I am sitting here in a quiet early morning
There is a silent breeze whispering  through the trees,
A Blue Jay is talking with his loud squawk
As he peeks through the trees at me.
There is a beautiful Dragonfly fluttering
Her wings up and down, in front of my eyes to see.
A Jack Rabbit hops, his furry tail across the yard
Then sits in the dusty field to hide,
His eyes have a story they want to tell.
A Big Black Beetle Bug with his legs sooo long,
Goes scurrying across the green grass,
To a deep hole in the ground.
The whispering, the squawking, the fluttering of wings,
And the hopping, of course, and even the dark hole,
It's really God, you know.

You were once a little guy,
So cute and such a joy,
In and out of mischief,
For such a little boy.
We shared fun and playdays,
But that can no longer be,
For you've grown up and big now,
And you've even grown bigger than me.
Through the years we have loved you,
And we still love you a lot,
Even though you've grown up and big,
And are no longer my little tot.
No matter how tall or big you grow,
Or what years have passed us by,
You will always and forever be
My Little Guy.

I remember when you were small
enough to fit inside the bend of my arm,
Your little hand wrapped around my finger,
They named you Gerald Wayne and called you Jerry.
With your happy smile, and your chatty talk,
You captured my heart right from the start
I tended to your needs, wiping tears, scraped-up knees,
Holding hands, and making sure I was near while you slept.
The little tot who played with dead flies,
On the windowsill, and crawling spiders.
The adventurous kid who caught tadpoles and frogs,
And wore nothing other than cutoff shorts,
No shirt, and sprinted around barefoot,
And learnt how to swim in an irrigation canal.
I watched you grow with open eyes,
From a little tot, to an on-the-go kid, to a teen,
To storms you should have never had to face.
Now you stand grown, with your battles behind you,
And still, when I look at you, I see a little boy
My heart never stopped protecting. I am proud of you
Proud of the man you fought to become.
Proud that the world did not harden
All the goodness out of you.
Brother, you were never just my brother,
You are a piece of my childhood.
A life I loved before I knew what the rest was all about.
And though you no longer need my hand to guide you
I will always remember the boy you were,
And always love the man you are.
No matter how grown you become,
You will always be the little boy I remember
And the man I will always love and be proud of..