My Little Boy Poem by Karen Degnan-foiles

A few more weeks and my baby will be 16

I can remember when he laid his crib
He scooch up all the way to the end
My how strong a baby of his age
Could move up such a long way

Even as a baby
He needed his mom
He'd even cried
When he wanted just a hug

I felt bad ‘cause
Our house was so full
I wanted to feed you
The way a mom should

You always knew my voice
When I came in the room
You were Momma's boy
You were my Mr. Magoo

I'd rock you in the chair
When no one was there
I'd sing you that song
Then sleep would come along

As you grew older
And wanted out of your crib
You shook it so hard
The thing started to break

A sweet boy you are
And will always be
Momma's little boy
Who likes to sit with me