my boy


The young boy looks with big shiny eyes

He sees it all and more.

What does it mean, why does it happen?

Questions fill his head

And thoughts his mind.


He wants to remain small,

Looked after and protected

Glancing back at me, he searches for reason

Or is it reassurance?


Confident of his ability

The boy understands what’s expected

I know, I know – he answers

But let me do it my way – he pleads.


My boy is already a man

A man who wants to make his mark

And stand his ground.

The audience applauds, enjoying his act

but little do they know, his is the real pleasure.


Happy Birthday, Small. xxx 

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