Johnny Boy

I am thinking tonight of the day to
come
When Johnny's a boy no more.
No more will his tops and marbles
and drum
Be scattered around on the floor.

No more will I hunt for his cap and
blouse,
No more for his skates and sled;
No more will I hear him run through
the house,
No more will I put him to bed.

No more will his books be scattered
around,
No more will I mend his ball;
No more will his childish voice
resound
Through dining room, kitchen and
hall.

O Johnny boy, come and sit on my
knee,
Some day you will sit there no more;
For some future-day will part you
and me,
Dear little boy I adore.

^__Nettie Squire Sutton.

A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)
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