Hi,
Here's a rough try.
Jan Sand
MY LITTLE BOY
Dawn cracks daylight to our dreams
To sparkle morning in our heads.
I smile at him. His smile beams.
Time to climb from our beds
The park! The park! The Park today!
We quickly slip on socks and shoes,
Gobble breakfast on our way.
The sunlight , blue sky, happy news.
We gape in wonder at a jay.
Tragedy! His lollypop
Gets tangled in my windblown hair.
We struggle with the tangled mop
And suddenly it’s free, so there!
He licks, but then lets the candy drop.
He laughs, I grin. He doesn’t care.
It’s the park! Finally there!
The swings, the slides, the teeter-totter,
Merry-go-round, the monkey bars.
Trees chatter in the breeze. It’s hotter.
He plays, he trips, watch out! Sees stars.
He cries, I hug, and suddenly
It’s quite alright. He jumps, runs free.
All playtime now, no memory
Or thought to cry.
A cloud of sparrows caught his eye.
But soon he sits, nods towards sleep.
Home and lunch and then, mayhap
Time for rest and then a nap.
His small head against my shoulder.
My thumb tight gripped in his fist.
Oh! What wild serene joy
He gives to me just to exist.