Little Men

My son stands up strong, and as brave as he can Inside the gap somewhere between boy and man How my heart weakens inside of my chest When I tuck him in gently at nightfall to rest I watch him now sleeping deep in the night My eyes brim with tears that I can’t seem to fight Reaching under his pillow, I feel little men Breathing sighs of relief I tiptoe out again Little men guard the innocence of my child’s heart I take comfort in knowing toys still play a part Within a boy’s world, always moving so fast Where the wide eyes of youthfulness don’t seem to last Lord, give me courage to face the day’s dawn When my fingers discover the little men gone