Hammers and nails
Mud-pies and snails;
Dirt and grime
Never bothered by time.
Rocks/blocks, bikes/balls
Smelly old socks, many big boy talks;
That's my boy.
Putting a smile on his Mama's face
Even when it's a yucky day.
He's going to be a man someday
But he's my boy right now, today.
(3*2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem