When You’re Two
By Granny B
Happy Birthday Rylan!
I can’t believe you’re two.
Here is a poem I wrote just for you.
I’m so tired said mother to her son
All day long you keep me on the run
I’m so tired said boy to his mom
There’s so much food to make into bombs.
Boy smiles and mother sighs
Sometimes they both don’t see eye-to-eye
For little boys and moms have so much work
That sometimes they both go berserk
Yet it takes a mother to show the way
Before boy becomes a man someday.
So for now . . .
Boys have holes to dig
And shoes to fill are way too big
Boys have rocks to huck
And goose-egg lack of luck
Boys have trucks to propel
And lots of screams to exhale
Boys have hills and beds to romp
And lots of bugs to stomp
And when the day is done
And two sleepy heads can’t run
Moms and boys still give lots of hugs
For that’s what love is really made of