Little boy with hair in curl,
Pretty as most any girl.
Feed you well to make you grow,
Wishing time was turned on slow.
Watching with attentive eye.
Guarding from the tricks you try.
Climbing in the apple tree,
Falling may you fall on me.
Proud I am to see you growing,
Even though it's with the knowing
Each step is one more step away
From the little boy I love today.
For just this while I hold you tight.
Tuck you in to sleep at night.
Playing my part in bigger plan,
For my small son, too soon a man.
Joyce Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce will celebrate her 96th birthday in July of 2014.