My Son Is In Love

With hair well brushed And shoes well laced He ran for the bus like he was rushed With smiles all over his face I stared and wondered What was inside him that left? I had little to ponder When he came home the same way he left. My son usually was scattered Came home as dirty as ever But now, his appearance was all that mattered And he seemed to be neat, forever Then everything became new Maybe he had something to prove Then I knew, My son was in love.