MINE FOR NOW

There is a little boy who sits with me

Who tucks his curls beside my ear

And nestles away from small-boy fear

Safe from dragons (they're afraid of me!)

He's two and a half, but not quite three

I know a little boy who waits for me

Who crouches and giggles and hides from me

Behind the door where he can't see

A boy in my lap who talks to me

He curls his fingers around my neck

And pats my hand or strokes my hair

He wants to know I'm always there

This is the boy who sings to me as he

Runs his cars and piles his blocks

He usually puts on mismatched socks

To march me out for sunny walks

Someday he'll walk in other lands and reach

In trust for other hands

But just for now he belongs to me

Two and a half, but not quite three.