My Little Boys

My little Monkey runs down hall
Jumps on floor and climbs up wall
He tugs my hat and pulls my jeans
He even eats my jellybeans
Sneaks up behind me and covers my eyes
Seeing who it is comes as no surprise
He would follow me about and shadow me to class
If I did not greet him whenever we pass.

My little Puppy plays with me
He's of the tricky sort
He too hides my eyes so I cannot see
It is a favorite sport
He always gives me little things
Presents, if you will
Each item with it memory brings
With them my head'll fill.

My little Catastrophe is the last one
It's an accident waiting to happen when he has fun
He tries so hard; gives it his all
I hate to see him take the fall
His knees he bumps, his shins he cuts
It's not his fault he is a klutz
It seems it never is his day
But I still love him anyway.

My little Boys are all I need
I open up; become myself
With them nonsense becomes my creed
Maturity stays on the shelf
We go together like PB&J
I depend on them, and they depend on me
I wish this is how things could always stay
I wish this is how it could always be.