MY LITTLE MAN
By Fiona Cummings
He puts on his little wellington boots
With the cheekiest
smile, as though with humour he is in cahoots
His little mischievous face full of anticipation
He knows exactly what he is going to do
I zip up his little rain coat of yellow and blue
As we step out into the world of trials and tribulations
We head towards the old train station
All excited about his form of transport
He sees a puddle, to him this is a sport
Leaves go of my hand
And jumps in it, as
he can
What a naughty little man
But so cute and full
of loving hugs
What is it about little boys, that they like water and
picking up bugs
So in the puddle he splashes
I can’t shout at him, as he shows his big eyes with curly
lashes
We run to the train as his little body shakes with
excitement
A simple thing to me, to him
is a lifetime event
The doors swoosh open and we climb aboard
Quickly find our seat as time we can not afford
Once the train pulls away,
if we are not safe in our seat
Who knows where my little monkey will end up, for sure not
on his feet?
His tiny hands I cup in mine
To keep him warm and
dry
How I love my little boy
He makes me smile each day
He will grow up but memories will never go away
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