A Child at play,
A little 'man'
will charm you as
no other can!

His pockets filled
with butterflies
and horny toads
and puppy cries...



He tripped and fell,
His pants were torn ...
His little knee,
The skin was shorn.

I quickly dropped
and reached for him;
The slightest hurt
is nature's sin!



I held him tight
and kissed his knee;
applied the salve
and let him see.

'Cause so much love
this child deserves,
she watches and
his heart preserves.

And when he grows
to be a man,
She loves him like
no other can.

Tho stature tall
and lightning wit,
The child remains;
We cherish it!

No matter where
his path has led,
I'll stroke his brow
and kiss his head.

And if this earth
should sin again,
I'll e'er protect
my little man!





Dedicated to My Beloved Benjamin
February 14, 2002