Boys Make Me Sad

Boys make me sad.

Little boys

With shining blue eyes

And bright loving smiles,

With springs on their feet

And thistle-down hair,

With frogs to find and worms to rescue,

Little trucks to drive and sand to dig,

Snowmen to build and hills to slide down,

Hot chocolate to sip, warm snuggles to share,

Little boys make me sad.

Big boys

With wide-open eyes

And expressions of glee,

With wings on their feet

And wild spiky hair,

The world to explore and not enough time,

With bikes to ride and rivers to swim,

Skates and skis for flying and snowballs to throw,

Quick hugs and they’re gone,

Big boys make me sad.

Young men

With bright eager eyes

And self-conscious grins,

With a strut in their walk,

A shy bob of their heads,

With their lives to define and places to go,

Trucks to drive and sleds to ride,

Fish to catch and ball games to play,

Love to give and hugs to share,

Young men make me sad.

Boys….with life to live.

Linda Bush

In memory of Ian Geoffrey Bush, July 23, 1983 – October 29, 2005