I was in the Randleman Dollar tree yesterday buying some things for this and that just as happy as I could be and I noticed these people that came in . There was a young lady with brown hair in a pony tail in sweat pants kind of scruffy looking and then I noticed an old man with with white hair he had to be in his 60s or even 70s and then I noticed a little boy . He had Brown hair and was wearing a gray sweat shirt like jacket . Hmm.... strange what one remembers . Any way I was looking shopping for what I was shopping for and we would all pass each other from isle to isle . I remember the little boy every time I looked at him I would wonder( Would Damian be that tall now) the little boy looked so sad , like he didn't even want to be there or like he couldn't have what he wanted . Than I heard it "Damian put that down."" No, Damian ." I walked around the isle looking Damian . I had to act like I wasn't wondering if that was my Grandson . I looked closer to the people that the little boy was with . I didn't know who were . They didn't look familiar to me . Surely that wasn't my Damian .!? My Damian had blonde hair when I seen him years ago . But, hair color changes , I had so many thing going through my mind in that split second that I was trying to remember every little thing I could about you when I seen you last . Could you of changed? Was that you ? Or was that just a sad little boy named Damian ? I felt confused and lost because here I was standing in the Dollar tree in my town and there was a little named Damian , and I couldn't tell if it was you or not . And here I am still haunted by the fact that I wont know if it was . Now , I can drive myself mad wondering was it or wasn't it . Or , I can just say that he was just a sad little boy that shares the same name as my Grandson .
I love you Damian where ever you are ,
Always , Meme
BillieJo Craig
I love you Damian where ever you are ,
Always , Meme
BillieJo Craig
