Little Boy Hands



In seventeen years
You’ve become quite a man
Gradual changes
All but your little boy hands

First the Deep voice
Then the Facial hair
Word play and sarcasm
Nevermind, I won’t go there

You made me a mom
You made me crazy
Watching you grow up
Has made life a little hazy

Little do you know
I’ve been watching you
Cherishing the things
That have yet to grow

My favorite thing
That’s not yet a man
One thing that stayed the same
Is your little boy hands

Published by Organic Revival

I am a mom of boys, wife, furmom, gardner, walker, runner, teacher, reader, writer and cook. I am 42 years old and live in the beautiful state of Michigan. I love my job as an elementary special education teacher. The most remarkable quality of mine is that I'm a recovering alcoholic.

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