My ‘Big’ Little boy
Almost touching 10
Has a smile that can dazzle
And a heart that can melt.
He stands up tall
Almost up to my eyes
His pants are getting shorter
We wear the same shoe size!
He tries his new-found strength on me
Gives me a solid rugby tackle
And when I plop down in disgrace
He tries to lift me up and cackles!
And now when we race from the bus stop to home
I get a lead cause ‘I’m getting old!’
And try as I might to run as fast as I can
Those small sturdy legs
Always overtake me on the bend!
He is now in Year 5
In his “senior” primary years I would say
But at pick-up time when the bells rings
My little boy comes running to me all the way!
And throws his little arms
Around my waist
But if his friends happen to be around
Then down come the arms
As quick as a flash!
As time flies by
With another passing day, a month, a year
I wonder how he would be
When he becomes a “teenager?”
For those years are not mild
As hormones go wild
And a normal boy he may look like
But a demon might posses him inside
Whatever changes those years may bring
I hope one thing stays the same forever after
His little heart filled with unstoppable kindness
And our house filled with his contagious laughter!