Dedicated to my wonderful three-year-old boy.
My Little Man
likes to pretend that
he is Indiana Jones.
He creates many things,
people and buildings
boats and planes
with legos.
He drags a shoestring
so the kitten will follow.
snuggles with his friend
the dog and they share snacks.
He scales the furniture
when he thinks I am not looking.
He is once again Indiana Jones,
racing across the couch cushions
with a kitten in hot pursuit.
He cuddles up on my lap
while we read books.
His eyes are heavy as
he drifts off to sleep.
I hold him close and
enjoy the short time that he will be
My Little Man.
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