This is still how I remember him. In my mind he is still this soft sweet little boy - but now he is all of 13 thinking in his mind that he is going on 21.
You may remember some time back I talked about the personal side of things. Something I don't do very often. In 2009 I wrote this poem about him, I saw the changes already coming then:
As he comes down the stairs
His feet no longer small
I know the chatter will start
He has my ears, my patience , he knows he has my heart
He talks of sports of school of friends
His mood goes up and down
I wonder of the future
Of things unknown , unfound
His heart is big, his soul still pure
His eyes so big and brown
The future stands before him, so much to see and do
He has a hold, will build his will
And he will stand his ground
Cathy
