Little Boys

Butterflies,and little boys puppy dogs,and lots of toys wild hair,blowing in the breeze scraped elbows,and scratched knees worms,and fish and little bugs dimpled smile,and eyes of love little charmers,every one open hearts,like the sun giggling laughter,boy all thru dressed in jeans,and baby blues running,skipping all around for all the world,like a clown mother's answer, to her prayers father's,let me keep some hair in and out,the door will swing little treasures,that he'll bring a stick,a stone,or maybe a toad anything his hands can hold love,eternal he gives to me when, he's not up climbing trees up and down,and all around a smile,a laugh,or maybe a frown just one of life's,little joys to sum it up...he's all boy....