i pass thru these hallowed grounds
where beneath lies the summation
of all that is good and the bad
holding onto this child's hand
hoping and believing
it is to be a better outcome

those little hands

it has been those little eyes
looking up at me
when i felt abandoned and lost
i am reminded
someone believes in me 

it has been those little hugs
when all seems cruel
i am reminded
someone thinks the world of me

those little hands

children are more than
the forests of tomorrow
they are the staff of today

i remember looking up to you
the huge man i so loved
now nestled in the earth's breast
holding your hand
we just came by
wanted you to know
we miss you


         San Blas   92
         for Raymond Gordon Ray