~ My Boy ~
There once was a baby so tiny and sweet,
With a coo and a smile to all he would meet.
Then this sweet baby, he grew and he grew,
Now, you must hear all the things he can do.
He can pour the detergent on the clean floor,
Color with marker on walls and the door.
He can eat all the chocolate his mommy just bought,
He can have all this fun before getting caught.
He can take all his clothes into the bath,
Use his cute little face to avoid mommy's wrath.
He can tear the wallpaper down from the wall,
He can phone the police with one easy call.
He gives his mommy many reasons to cry,
She searches with hope for new things to try.
He causes her trouble at every small turn,
Filling her heart with the greatest concern.
Praying for wisdom in her God-given role,
She asks Him to work on his strong little soul.
Guiding this boy to be at his best,
Praying for God to work out the rest.
She loves this boy with all her heart,
She thinks of him when they're apart.
Mess after mess this thought she does keep,
When the day is done...he'll go to sleep.
~ Dawn ~