fifteen.
you are so lucky
my baby boy
that those big blue eyes of yours
and that cheeky little smile
melts my heart so quick
and its like nothing ever happened
before the time you looked at me
just like this.
It’s as if you never yelled out
‘go away’
or thrown your trains
across the room
or refused to eat
anything that wasn’t
white bread or chocolate
or had a sleep
nappy change
clothes put on
or hair brushed,
teeth brushed
face wiped
or any of those
horrible things
that we as parents
insist you do.
gosh that little cherub face of yours
makes me forget it all
as I cater to your every
little whim.
