Death of a Boy

Awaken...my child! See what you have become? Once a babbling fool who dribbled and drooled and waited for his every meal. Then a clumsy clown who would sometimes stumbled bumbled and would fall down...whose silly laugh would fill a room with laughter and a coo. Then into a pre-teen goof whose voice seemed to go up and down without control and a poor aim that never seem to find the center of the toilet bowl! Then a awkward young man who's face look like a bumpy hill and eye's that seemed to follow every young girls move, but with no swagger in your next move...now standing before me a man has been born. My baby boy had died, but there was no time to mourn for it was a birth of a man and the death of a boy.