Right now listening to his even breaths,
I wonder…
Is he dreaming?
What is he dreaming of?
Is he dreaming of cars and trucks?
Or maybe spending the day with mom and dad?
He stands over three feet high.
And yet when he is asleep,
he seems so small.
He is my little man.
He brings a smile to my face,
when he points at a shape in a book,
and knows what it is.
Pride rises in my chest,
when he counts to five,
by himself.
Looking at him now I get scared,
wondering how well he will survive,
in the world today.
Now I know why,
parents want to keep their kids small.
