Oh, you were tiny
we stayed with Daddy daily
and mommy cried and worried
they fed you with a tube
the lights were turned upon you
your eyes all bandaged darkly
your little foot pricked
by just so many tubes
then you arose
and your hair grew in curly
blond as the sunlight
eyes blue and so merry
your sweet disposition
and gentle, good nature
alone could compete with
your physical beauty
Little Boy
Tiny Boy
Gentle Boy
Our Son’s Boy
We remember
Old McDonald in the car
and pushing the elevator
the buttons that your cousins pushed
and they would learn much later
Going underground in the garage
fighting for controller with your
brother....eating tootsie rolls
one after another
Now Big Boy
all of five
off to school
we’re so proud
of you