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little boy toes. | a poem.

Quietly I crept

Into your room today

While you napped peacefully

With your PJ Masks blankie

You love so much.

I was a mom on a mission;

Determined to put away

A few pairs of socks

That I was too busy to fold before.

I knew exactly where I needed to go:

The bottom drawer

Of the dresser next to your bed.

Creeping and sneaking,

I tried not to make a noise,

Careful not to wake

The bear that is

My little 3 year old boy.

But something caught my eye

And caused me to gasp for air.

Sweet little boy toes

Peeking out from beneath

The PJ Masks blanket

You always need to sleep.

Your little toes

On your little boy feet

Are never this still.

They’re always climbing

And running

And jumping

And kicking

And smelling

Like little boy’s feet do.

In this moment though

They are still;

A silent display of

The peace you are in

While you’re fast asleep

And dreaming like little boys do.

And at once

I’m dreaming with you, son,

Of all the places

Your little boy toes

On your little boy feet

Will carry you in this life

As they grow from

Little boy toes

On little boy feet

To those of the man

You will grow to be.

I hope they are still…

Always climbing

And running

And jumping

And kicking

And always up to the same

Good-hearted mischief

Your little boy feet did.

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