first boy

the first boy

has changed now

the first boy woho was my freak of nature

laughing, silly one – sugarlumps

is now grown nigh manhood

iron cage fighter

i don't know him so much anymore

and second boy

whose mamma sick from post partum exhaustion

perhaps

bade me take him to sleep with me

second boy who i never really got a chance to know as well as

first boy

now weaves words with a beauty & passion

that i find myself in awe of

inspired

and these two

now almost men

remind me of how rapidly time

doth flit by

perhaps so that when third boy

my own boy

has reached this ages

i will not be

so surprised

perhaps to remind me

not to let him grow astray.



© August 2007
a poem written in contemplation of my first two nephews. In this poem I call my own boy third, though he is actually fourth, because, I never really new my third nephew when he was little.