It started so simply
A room in pale blue
“A boy will be different”
Oh, this is too true
Each stick calls his name
To swing or to hit
Now heroes and cars
He likes quite a bit
With an “Argh!” and a roar
He speeds through the day
And heaven forbid
When things don’t go his way
Yes, his temper his strong
But his love is so sweet
He is funny, and clever
A real parents’ treat
A cowboy by day
His best friend’s a horse
He gallops and neighs
(‘Cept on the golf course)
Yet when evening comes
And Daddy arrives
“Ahoy thar me parties!”
And the swords then do thrive
Yes, swords now are two
For Tim could not bear
That Dan was equipped
But of course wouldn’t share
They say boys will be boys
And this I believe
I can’t wait to see
What’s next up his sleeve?
4 comments:
What an adorable tribute to your son (and his daddy). He is so lucky to have this poem for his walk down memory lane later in life!
I see Tim got his sword :-)
Did you seriously write that poem??? You're so cool! :)
Wow - you'll have to read that at Danny's rehearsal dinner...
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