Boy. This is the story of a brown-eyed boy who fills the world with light and joy A gift from the Heavens sent from above healed Mommy’s heart with laughter and love His smile so wide and eyes so bright She hugged him close with all her might … and rocked him to sleep night after night… She promised her boy to never let go She held his hand and watched him grow Through late, cranky nights and diapers très smelly First smiles (NOT gas!) and laughs from his belly Soon he sat up then at once, he could crawl! Marking the milestones exceeding them all! This story is about my curly-haired boy who fills my world with light and joy From little baby fingers and toes so small to a brave, big boy who stands so tall He runs and jumps and climbs with ease then bumps his head and scrapes his knees He’s smart and he’s kind He’s handsome and sweet He innocently befriends whoever he meets Emotionally sensitive to another’s despair His comfort, he gives What he has, he will share He’ll use his charm He’ll joke and play He wont leave your side till he sees you’re Okay … he’s the sharp, distant sunrise on a dark, gloomy day… This is for a boy who I couldn’t love more Whose wit is Fourteen Whose stature is Four My first, precious bundle once needy and tiny now sprints the house naked shaking his hiney Nimble like Spider-Man quicker than Flash He jumps from steep stairs and lands his Hulk smash Each day its more certain, the clock is a-tick! Where does time go? You’re growing so quick! But slow down, my sweet I want you to know You gave my life meaning just four years ago You warmed my heart and dried my eyes You called me, “Mom” and lit my skies Beyond the mountains beyond the seas. Above those clouds above those trees Lives something sacred and Holy, and true. The keys to my heart my love for you I say these words now before they start to annoy when you’re a dashing, young man and no longer a boy When you’re dating and driving, heading to prom Strong, independent and can’t relate to mom… When you’re quiet and distant and busy with life Graduate college, fall in love, have a wife.. Please always know that this much is true My hope and my happiness, their reason is you. This is a story of my bright-eyed young babe. Head full of wonder, So strong and so brave …so much to see, so much to enjoy… and much to my fortune you’re forever my boy… xSx © Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...