Eleven is the age to be a boy!
Sledding a saucer slipping
spinning dipping in ruddy glee
the first snowfall of 2018
Still the adventurer I love
not yet a teen only better
than the sledder of early days
When your stubborn-headed “No”
preserved a purposeful purity
(now “ok Dad” as maturity grows)
Ignoring puberty’s desire today
to poke that hormonal fire
ashes of boyhood fading fast
And eat the fruit of Eden’s tree
the bitter taste of iniquity thirsting
for your sheltered past –
But now that’s off a mile or so
your audacious smile splashing
snowflakes of greedy joy.
Eleven is the age to be a boy!
