What is my little boy made of?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
But MY little boy has so much more
To deal with--and to love.
He's blond hair and blue eyes and screeches and moos,
He's big jumps and Cheerios and the occasional bruise.
He's big hugs and kisses all over your face,
And he's dozens of toys all over the place.
He's dancing and yelling and fury and joy
He's energy crammed into one tiny boy.
He's laughter and chaos when he's at play
And he's peaceful and precious at the end of the day.
"Strong and courageous" is what his name means--
So did we ask for this? we think, as he throws his green beans.
Maybe indeed his name is a sign,
But I love it--all of it--because it makes my boy mine.
2 comments:
I LOVE this one! I didn't know you also have a talent for poetry! You need to do something special with this poem - frame it or something - for when he's a daddy himself...
Love You -
Aunt Joyce
That is SO sweet! Tell Ethan Happy Birthday for us!
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