Peter Vision

                   Peter Vision

      When I was but a child
            I spent much time alone

      My siblings were all older
            and seldom were at home

      My Dad and Mom were busy
            as parents often are

      Was then I discovered the ability
            to dream upon the stars

      I learned with imagination
            that anything can be

      I came to live inside a world
            that only I could see

      I had this "friend" called Peter
            forever at my side

      And through it all, he was there
            whether I laughed or cried

      I recall it all so clearly
            what a precocious child I was

      Thinking back, my Mom a saint
            so patient with her love

      The extra plate at dinner
            the ever empty chair

      And boy the way I raised the roof
            if ANYONE sat there

      And Peter...oh poor Peter
            the mischief he got in

      Whenever something was wrong
            you know that it was him

      Not me...oh no, the angel
            not Daddys little girl

      Peter.... yes... dear Peter
            me and him...alone..my world

      Too funny now he's surfaced
            been gone so many years

      But somehow now I feel him
            hear his sobs, as I cry my tears

      Do you think that he was waiting
            for the perfect time and place

      Perhaps he just got tired
            fifty years in that dark space

      Guess it doesn't really matter
            if he's here, I'll be ok     

      Peter , ever faithful
            just like then, in olden days

      With this too, he'll help me cope
            by my side, never alone

      So tonight.....a chair is empty
            for you Peter..welcome home.