Yesterday, I published a poem about my older son and how he gave me one of the greatest gifts ever: motherhood.
Today, I am honoring my younger son - my 4 year old courageous, inquisitive spitfire! He likes to throw caution to the wind and certainly knows how to push every one of my buttons. But he is my baby, and that he will always be!
My Youngest Son
He is carefree,
A butterfly floating through the breeze.
He is determined,
A beaver crafting his indestructible home.
He is loving,
A comfortable teddy on my worst days.
He is wild,
A monkey swinging through a tree of bananas.
He is daring,
A lion roaming the pride lands.
He is bold,
Tarzan thumping his chest in the jungle.
He is humorous,
A clown always putting on a show.
He is quick,
A bolt of lightning shooting across the sky.
He is cute,
A playful puppy evoking a smile.
He is my son,
A rare gem among the world.
Read my previous poems for the Steemit School 100 Days of Poetry Challenge:
Day 1: Effects of Anxiety
Day 2: Becoming Your Mom
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