The Laddie Poem by Randy McClave

The laddie, he gave me his permission,
As courteous and quaint that he could be,
He said that I could marry his dear mother,
Then he smiled and he congratulated me.
He said he was tired or being a man,
And he hated all the worries and stress upon his mind,
But, that is what his mother and house needed,
When his father left, looking for another life to find.

The laddie now was the man of the household,
That is the title he has held for many years,
Now for once again he wanted to be a child,
But, how could he all he remembers is comforting his mother’s worries and fears.
He took my hand and he sat me at the head of the table,
As though relinquished his head of the household status to me,
Through the eyes of child he finally smiled,
And then he sighed, finally from man’s worries he would be free.

The laddie then laughed and laughed like a child,
He didn't huff and puff and worried any longer like an adult,
His demeanor changed as though in the wink of the eye,
In our world of men and women, no longer does he want to consult.
He threw away his pens an opened an unused box of crayons,
Then he brought from his closet an old rusty and broken toy,
The laddie then told me he has been a man for long enough,
Now he wants no responsibilities, and just to be a little boy.

Randy L. McClave