My Sunshine Boy
It's 4 AM A drop of drool hangs from the corner of your mouth, like a dew drop. It's going to speckle your blue pillow white. Your round head So small I could grasp it in my palm. Actually no, I can't, that was a few years ago. Small, spiky hair, like the center of a sunflower. That baby smell gone. It's mostly football sweat and the dog, nowadays. They grow up so fast, they said. Not fast enough, I thought, Shen sleep was scarce for me. Now as I see your soon-to-be-nine-year-old fingers - they are as long as mine. The legs have lost their baby fat, they are almost athletic. baby teeth lost and new teeth giving your face a character Even learnt to tie your shoe laces (almost) As I watch your face dreaming some fantastic dream, you grasp my hand with those not-so-tiny fingers. When you open your eyes, I'll be here my sunshine boy, forever.