Ink And Reason

I watch my boy as he runs wild and free,
Chasing a girl in circles, playing, carefree.
A thought occurs, a hope that I hold dear,
To see the man my little boy will be.

Perhaps someday he’ll find a girl, both sweet and kind,
Dressed up or down, it won’t matter in time.
Her beauty, unique, for him, in her own special way,
From dark short hair to a wild mane of hay.

Maybe she’ll have eyes like his mother’s, green,
Or dark and small, like the night’s starry scene, 
Or perhaps they’ll be shaped like my mom's, almond and bright,
And he’ll know in that moment, his search is made right.

For a time, at least, he’ll find peace in her gaze,
And I’ll know that our fears of the night have all ceased.
Those sleepless nights, filled with worry and dread,
Will have faded away, and in their place, hope will stand.