A Columbus-area mom was inspired by her son to write these moving tributes.

A child defined

When I think of him I smile; I envision his smile and can hear his laughter. It is laughter of true innocence; laughter as pure as the driven snow. His eyes pierce into my heart and I feel him in my soul. A smile as radiant as one hundred suns; a demeanor as gentle as a kitten. In his world of make-believe he sees what others will never see; he hears what others will never hear. His hands so small; his ideas so big. A tiny voice with so much to say; a fresh mind with so much to learn. When he looks at me, my heart smiles. When he calls my name, I can hear nothing else. 07/09

As you lay sleeping

So peaceful, so innocent. Your eyes shut, your breathing barely audible. Your tiny body covered, your beautiful face resting so gently on your pillow. Angels watch over you tonight; they keep you in their care. So many dreams to dream; dreams of laughter and play; dreams of what you will someday be; dreams of which no one will know except you. So tired from another full day; you drift into a world that only you know exists. 07/09

A day at the park

Across the autumnal grey sky, the puffy, marshmallow-soft clouds drift eloquently. The chill in the air paints his delicate cheeks a brilliant hue of red. From across the field, the unmistakable sound of children laughing echoes; it reverberates with the force of thunder. Slyly, he looks over his shoulder and smiles at me. He runs with reckless abandon; his tiny legs carrying him as fast as any car could ever imagine going. Imagination is the order of the day; the children busy themselves with their latest adventures. In a rush, he ascends to his golden platform; seemingly miles above the ground. He surveys his empire as proudly as any general ever has; and in that moment, he is the master of all that he sees. 08/24/09