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.
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.