Skyler

Skyler Little boy grown large, are you leaving me? Where is my companion of those calmer days of motherhood When I finally had the rhythm down enough And could enjoy the magic of the world through toddler eyes And the creative logic of the 3-year-old mind And lunches at McDonalds? Skyler S-C-H-U-Y-L-E-R, Scholar, Professor, Master of minutiae, Watching Discovery Channel and History Channel And quoting dialog in entirety. Working hard to mask the serious with the casual. Charming, charmer, charmed, my ray of sunshine. Moody but never brooding and quick to beam that grin, And drape one large arm over my shoulder In good-humored tolerance of maternal foible. Others see the Adonis and draw to you like bees to honey. They sense what I have always known. I see the little boy gentle hearted, strong and true. The spirit who whispered his name as I slept And who blesses my life with the joy that is you. (c) 2004