Raising Boys

(This was written when my boys were young.)

Dinosaur drawings, cowboy guns,
The musings of my precious sons.
Matchbox cars and spaceship toys,
Things that make up little boys.

Pocketfuls of "magic" rocks,
Sticks saved in a cardboard box.
A sock bookmark in his new book,
I laugh and take another look.

In the bathtub, aliens hide.
In the closet, ghosts abide.
Cloves of garlic in their room
Bring sleep when vampires loom.

Hand picked flowers in a little fist,
His sweet forehead I leaned and kissed.
Mothering sons brings simple joys.
There's nothing quite like raising boys.