Dear Son

Too big for his britches, too small for his cap Just the right size for mama's lap He keeps me in stitches, the things he will say "Oh let him stay little", I repeatedly pray A little firecracker with ***** to spare He walks in the house and strips down bare Not a single piece of clothing, not even a sock Demands to be naked, stubborn as a rock Bath time is the best if you'r ready for some fun Not a dry spot on the wall by the time he is done There is something about that boy that tugs at my heart An emptiness inside, when we are apart His little blonde curls and sweet little face A perfect little person, thanks to God's glory and grace I love that he needs me and doesn't want me to leave Lord knows I need him too, more than I need to breathe