This is our great-grandson, Sawyer, learning to ski
Today is his sixth birthday.
LITTLE BOYS ARE
Little boys are:
Bloody noses
And skinned shins,
Dirty hands
And toothless grins.
Little boys are:
Baseball caps,
Tennis shoes,
Eyes of brown
And eyes of blue.
Little boys are:
Ragged jeans
And muddy feet,
Sometimes words,
You can't repeat.
Little boys are:
Angels only,
In their sleep.
In repose, their sweetness
Can't be beat.
Little boys are:
Joy and exasperation
And one of...
God's best Creation!
Freda Fullerton
June 21, 2011
Written November 9, 2003
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