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April is Poetry Month. And May is K’s 7th birthday.
by Merouda - April 11th, 2009.Filed under: Art Goob.
I have several in the works but none ready to share. Let me give you, then, a bit of art from others:
Little Boys of Three
Look tenderly on little boys of three,
Their softness is as fleeting as a flower.
The cheeks like petals such a little hour,
The deepest dimple theirs so transiently;
Even tomorrow softness may be hard.
The little cotton cushions on the knees
turned into bony knobs for climbing trees.
The fists so like a rose grow lean and scarred.
His full moon cheeks will narrow to a line,
the silken hair becomes a brush of bristle,
As Mother’s little flower turns to thistle,
And there will linger not one little sign
To prove the cuddly cupid that was he.
Look tenderly on little boys of three.
Attribution for poem
And the photo is mine, taken when K was 3.
August 9th, 2009 at 8:14 pm
Do you have the whole text of the poem Little Boys of Three? I would really appreciate it if you would send it to me. My mother used to say it for my son who is now 40! Thank you.
August 12th, 2009 at 9:55 am
Aline, I am very sorry, I do not have the poem.