Little Boy
The little boy in me
Keeps me real.
The little boy in me
Helps me feel.
The little boy in me
Holds an impish smile.
The little boy in me
Has a playful style.
The little boy in me
Treasures ice cream so.
The little boy in me
Is always on the go.
The little boy in me
Hides my mother’s bags.
The little boy in me
Every cookie grabs.
The little boy in me
Excites in each new passion.
The little boy in me
Brings a sure compassion.
The little boy in me
Can fill a heart with joy.
The little boy in me
Will stay forever boy.
Copyright SGW 1998
Footnote: I worked in the town next to where my mom and her husband used to live. On Friday mornings, they would pack suitcases and leave them in the hallway by the door. When they would come home that day after work, they would load up the car and head to their country house in the Poconos for the weekend. I would sneak over at lunchtime and take the suitcases and hide them throughout the house.
"Every cookie grabs?!" Don't leave out chocolate cake either!
Monday, February 13, 2006
Poem: Little Boy
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