Precious Boy

A poem for the boy who is my heart.

The sweetness of laughter

from your smart little mouth

keeps me smiling years later,

though I'll never know how 

you touch my heart

in the ways that you do

for it clenches like a vise

when you say, "I love you."

You tell me your dreams

of what will be when you grow:

the things you will see,

the things you will know.

Grey eyes light up

as you speak to me

of pirates and treasures

and things in the sea.

You would teach mathematics;

you would dig in the sands,

finding dinos and kings 

as you travel the lands.

The look in your eyes as you dream

gives me strength;

to see them come true,

I'd go any length

-- move heaven and earth,

even travel through time

to give you a life

which is better than mine.

So, come, let me hold you,

My Angel, My Love,

and I'll sing of your dreams

and gifts from above.

Rest your head on my shoulder

as our voices entwine,

Eric, Precious Baby,

sweet child of mine.