My Son

"My Son, My Son"
By My Grandma

Oh barefoot boy with cheeks of tan

How soon can you become a man?

I'm sick to death of snakes and toads,

and dirty feet from dusty roads

Untied shoes and muddy jeans,

Whose pockets bulge with jelly beans,

And messy rooms and tattered shirts

Of binding up your cuts and hurts

Oh barefoot boy with cheeks of tan

I'll miss you so when you're a man.

Another Mommy Moment Monday from Frugal Mom Knows Best.