The young boy looks with big shiny eyes
He sees it all and more.
What does it mean, why does it happen?
Questions fill his head
And thoughts his mind.
He wants to remain small,
Looked after and protected
Glancing back at me, he searches for reason
Or is it reassurance?
Confident of his ability
The boy understands what’s expected
I know, I know – he answers
But let me do it my way – he pleads.
My boy is already a man
A man who wants to make his mark
And stand his ground.
The audience applauds, enjoying his act
but little do they know, his is the real pleasure.
Happy Birthday, Small. xxx