Items that point to little boys.
Plastic hammer on the bedroom wall
Tiny feet running down the hall.
From mischievous lips come a giggle and a squeal
Someday he'll know how happy they make me feel.
For now I'm content to watch him grow
I'll never ever want to let him go.
He's getting so big oh so fast,
Why oh why can't childhood last?
Originally written November 27, 1998 for Jared
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