"Caleb" - entirely fictional, as far as I know.

Caleb barely says a word
In school or out of class
At lunch he never plays with friends
Just wait for time to pass.

I watch him sitting on his own
Without the need to speak.
How could a boy like me survive
Alone, week after week?

I sometimes wonder how his life
Is so different from mine.
Did he just guess, or know somehow
That someone was behind?

What would it be to watch birds fly
But hear no rush of wings?
How irritating was his life
When mouth to music sings?

What was it like to feel the wind
But not hear rustling leaves?
Or what about the soundless tears
He sees when someone grieves?

I'd thought that we were much the same
That boy Caleb and I,
But I have both my eyes and ears
He only has his eyes.

FAMILY

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wa ke up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway." I said,
"Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means? FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU
Pass this message to 7 people except you and me. You will receive a miracle tomorrow. Don't ignore and God will bless you.

-- Not by me.

Song: "Out of Reach"

I wrote this last year, and have been so busy writing other random poems that I only realised that I hadn't posted this up now. This song can actually be sung by one or two singers, with the singers alternating for each verse, then singing the chorus together.

I've wished that time would freeze

So I could spend forever with you

In hoping that perhaps you'd be

Free enough to talk with me

(Chorus)

Why ever did I have to fall in love

With you when you are out of my range

I need a clearer indication that

Someone or something will change

You are too far away

I wish I could be closer to you

But every time I look in the mirror I see

Someone who's unfit for you

(Chorus)

I want to reach out my hand

To you who I love unconditional

And even though I know you'll never love me

I want to keep loving you

(I have to keep loving you)

(Chorus)

Why ever did I have to fall in love

With you when you are out of my range

I need a clearer indication that

Someone or something will change

(That someone or something can change)