Jon’s Song

 

Dressed in his Sunday best

Every hair now out of place,

Jonny takes a muddy hand

And wipes at his dirt streaked face.

Looking at the muddy trail

That he left on her clean floor,

Momma shakes her weary head

And cleans handprints from the door.

Playing with the hole

Now in his left knee,

Jonny grins at his momma

As he says sheepishly,

“It’s a good thing,

Being a boy,

It’s the way God made me,

So sit back and enjoy.

One day too soon

I’ll be a man,

So let me be little

While I can.”

Sweet smelling from his bath

With ice cream on his face,

Jonny crawls onto his momma’s lap

And kisses her tired face.

Get down little boy

There are things to do,

Pick up your toys,

And those dirty clothes too.

Then brush your teeth,

And wash your dirty face,

But Jonny cuddles closer,

And says with a solemn face.

“It’s a good thing,

Being a boy,

It’s the way god made me,

So sit back and enjoy.

One day too soon

I’ll be a man,

Too big to cuddle

So hold me while you can.”

Wearing her Sunday best

On Jonny’s wedding day,

Momma straightens his tie

As she wipes a tear away.

Looking up at Jonny,

So tall and now a man,

She looks for her little boy,