Searching
Could that have been your face I saw That little boy I saw in the park, I have this picture of him in my heart, I wonder if he looks into faces
Is he searching faces, looking into crowds? I will go about my day, and for now © Cathy Denny 7/99
Today on the crowded streets?
Would I know you, my own son
If by some chance of fate we might meet?
The one with dark hair and laughing eyes,
He could have been my son, he seems
To be just about the right size.
Would I know if his eyes met mine?
Will I just somehow see if he is the
Same sweet baby I carried under my heart
Once upon a time?
And how he would look today.
But would I really know my son
If he happens to pass my way?
As he goes about his day.
Would he recognize me, if our eyes should meet
Somewhere along the way?
Is he hoping to see me too,
Looking for a familiar face
And wondering if he will know somehow?
Put these thoughts away.
Until I see that face in the crowd,
Or that young man working down the street.
Did I see something in his eyes?
Some unanswered question between us
As we passed each other by.
Do you think we will know each other
If by chance we should meet?