His eyes were blue, as he pushed his way up to me in his walker.

His beautiful smile widened, as he grinned.

While his Mom held him, his bright blue eyes sparkled.

He took his hands and played in his birthday cake.

Showered with love from his grandmother, he pushed his walker all over the floor.

He moved his legs, from side to side, laughing all the way.

A father figure, no where in sight.

How sad, to think, no family get togethers.

Moral decay.

No Compassion or remorse for how families live today.

A quietness in all of the women told the story.

Another beautiful blessing, without a father, to grow up with.

                                                      Sandra Lee Hartsell 2008