What is the best gift for a boy
Or maybe a young man?

A cherished red bike that will
Take him over miles of land.

We bought him that gift
Our hearts bursting with pride.

We watched that bike
Take our boy over a long joyous ride.

He rode to school.
He rode to his job.

On weekends he rode hard.
His bike taking him up over that far knob.

Our boy grew up
Then he moved far away.

We waved good-bye and
Whispered “God Speed,” as we prayed.

His new job was high-up.
He was proud and prepared.

His bike stayed safe
Behind the garage door it faired.

Our boy’s bike waits.
I polish away the dust.

I am thankful it will never know
A tear would create rust.

Our boy, you see,
Left us that day.

We watched on the news
We were so far far away.

A long journey we then took
And we searched with the Finest.

We left our boy there,
God knows-he’s at rest.

When we returned home
I went straight to our boy’s bike.

I cried and I cried
My tears anointing his Last Rite.

Our boy’s pride and his joy
Will always stay there.

In a corner in the garage
a bike waits for a boy so fair.

You see, on a day long ago
A day dark, full of evil.

Two buildings reached high-then
The whole world heard them tremble.

They fell-
One, then the other.

We watched in horror
Heard screams from son’s mothers.

Our boy, in that horrible moment
I know cried for God’s love.

One day, only God knows when,
I will watch His Son come from above.

All mothers will cry with cheers of gladness
When sons and daughters they will see.

And I will then discover a shiny red bike
And our boy peddling towards his dad and me.

Inspired after watching an interview with some moms who
lost a son on that day

Copyright Kathleen M. Brosius September 11, 2011