My Boy Poem by JAE CENTORINO

My Boy



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)

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HEAVYN aka Inner-city
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