Danielle N. Calhoun

CRIES FROM JOHNATHAN

I used to hear the cries of those lost
The cries of those who paid the cost

But now I hear a cry so small
A child I love whom I call my son

Even when the cry is in anger
I cannot despair or react with fear

For it is my child whom the tears are from
My son my baby my little boy I love

He is not a soldier or a saint

But he is more than that any old day
I hear the cries of a future generation

An innocent child a not so new born babe
He is my angel from the Heavens above

In his eyes I see the love