My Son Poem by Austin Heffner

Looking at him in his bouncy seat,
Laughing and giggling and looking cute as can be.
He can be a little stinker and brat,
Making a mess and touching everything, wandering what is that?
So what will he be like in ten years?
Soon to find out the same as the past years.
Instead of making a mess with his toys,
Eating and eating like many growing boys.
Now he is out and off away
Hopefully one day living by the bay.