Small Boy
He was such a little thing
running through the house
in his footie pajamas.
It seems like I blinked
my eyes, and he was grown.
He still needs me,
and that make me happy.
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Yes. I feel the sweetness and love in this poem.
Indeed, we blinked our eyes, and he’s grown. A wonderful way to remember Kyle’s childhood.