I have a little boy. What luck! Such a good idea, to wait 6 years. I, surrounded by mountainous men. still get The slightly chubby hand Dimples instead of knuckles Regular use of bandaids Farty noises I still can Make him happy with a surprise cookie Kiss his head that smells like pencils Tuck him in But not in front of anyone Only when he loses the prickly boy shell And starts to soften with sleep. Breath still sweet Adorable small feet About to burst into a pubescent terror Pizza face, girl ambivalence But until then He's just my Ben.