Boys

May 5th, 2008

 

Time Is Of The Essence
by Irene Foster

Now is the time to get things done…
wade in the water,
sit in the sun,
squish my toes
in the mud by the door,
explore the world in a boy just four.

Now is the time to study books,
flowers, snails,
how a cloud looks;
to ponder “up,”
where God sleeps nights,
why mosquitoes take such big bites.

Later there’ll be time to sew and clean,
paint the hall that new soft green,
to make new drapes,
refinish the floor - 
Later on… when he’s not just four.

If you have a little boy
All your very own,
Then you have enough and more
To make a happy home.

Cowboys Don’t Take Baths
Author unknown Dear Lord up above,
Please listen on my behalf - 
Help my mom to understand,
That cowboys don’t take baths!!

A Special Little Boy
Author unknownIf he can make you think that he’s an angel while doing things he’s not supposed to do…
If he has lots of ways to try your patience yet charms you with a hug that’s just for you…
If he enjoys the roughest games and new adventures but needs the same old kiss to “make it well”…
If he drags his feet whenever it’s his bedtime but runs to hear the story you will tell…
If he can fill your days with happiness and laughter and always be a source of pride and joy…
Then he’ll be all you lucky parents ever hoped for…
He’ll be a really special little boy!

I love you well, my little brother,
And you are fond of me;
Let us be kind to one another,
As brothers ought to be.
You shall learn to play with me,
And learn to use my toys;
And then I think that we shall be
Two happy little boys.
 When I grow up I want to be a little boy.
~ Joseph Heller

A Boy Is…
Author unknown A boy is…
Trust with dirt on its face,
Beauty with a cut on its finger,
Wisdom with bubblegum in its hair,
and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.  

Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable.
~ Plato

Sticky fingers,
dirty face,
Rugs and pillows
out of place,
Cars and tractors
here and there,
Blocks and boats
everywhere,
Gold and silver
have I none,
But worth a million
is my son.

Parental Pride
by Richard ArmourMy day-old son is plenty scrawny,
his mouth is wide with screams, or yawny;
His ears seem larger than he’s needing,
His nose is flat, his chin’s receding.
His skin is very, very red,
He has no hair upon his head,
and yet I’m proud as proud can be,
To hear you say he looks like me.

A boy’s will is the wind’s will and the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
~ Longfellow

 
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