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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

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  1. Date: 5/15/2009 11:16:00 AM
    What an amazing poem Anna, my youngest is now 14, where the years go - beats me, but watching them grow up has been an incredible buzz in my life, James.

  1. Date: 4/21/2009 7:29:00 PM
    Anna, What a beautiful description of growing up and our mixed emotions regarding this process. Thank you for sharing it with us! Mike

  1. Date: 11/19/2008 9:40:00 AM
    This reminds me of my brothers. Keep blessing us with your beautiful work. Elizabeth

  1. Date: 11/14/2008 12:55:00 AM
    Nice poem, very insightful and welcome to poetry soup...Raul

  1. Date: 11/13/2008 5:05:00 PM
    too cool love this write went through it with my own ,now 18 but no matter the age when we go to toy shows the men are still his best, keep on writing on.

  1. Date: 11/13/2008 12:02:00 PM
    Absolutely precious and beautiful. My 'little man' is 21. Enjoy every moment, it goes way too fast. Welcome to PoetrySoup! Love, Shar

  1. Date: 11/13/2008 7:48:00 AM
    We take each moment as it comes. The object of the teacher is to be sure the student can survive without the teacher. As parents, the most difficult time isn't raising the child, it's watching them go on their own. I felt pride and heartache but they do okay. God Bless. Vince