Deconstructing The Boy

Tomorrow (July 1st) my son turns twelve.

Last year I asked Kat from Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes, to write a poem for his eleventh birthday. At the time I did not post it because, well, I just didn't.

But I think it is so lovely that I want to keep it here on my Blog. It really captures that little boy's essence so well.

First of July, a winter’s night
In nineteen-ninety-seven,
A boy called S*****, came to light,
Time’s flown, he’s now eleven.

Complexion pale, and up-stuck hair,
He looks you in the eye
Python has him laughing loud,
But nightmares make him cry.

He loves when people pull a face,
Lost items make him mad,
When others are unkind to folk
And creatures, he feels sad.

His favourite friend is Alan
His folks are his mates too,
With silly walks and talks for
Entertaining “Mr. Moo”.

At school he’s just a dreamer,
Not really organised.
Already likes the pretty girls
In class--Mum’s not surprised.

He’s moody and creative,
Is bothered when things change,
Likes no lunchbox surprises,
His day, don’t rearrange.

Don’t dare put him in clothing
That rustles, or noise makes,
Just give him brand new boxers
Not briefs, for goodness sakes!

He watches Harry Potter
On screen and dvd,
But Springfield’s Simpsons
Dominate the family t.v.

You’ll find him often mesmerised
By Runescape’s magic tricks,
Or buried in adventures of
Tintin or Asterix.

He listens to strange music
For lad so young in age;
Weird Al’s a little wacky
Alongside Jimmy Page.

Like most boys, S***** loves to eat
And pasta is his dish;
To marry an Italian girl
Who’ll cook, is his great wish.

But Mum knows what’s important--
Not only food he needs,
Nurture talent that he has
Ensure his soul, he feeds.

He truly is a lucky lad;
Mum’s love for him’s so pure.
She’d give up everything she has,
His joy just to secure.

Kathleen Mortensen © 2008

He has grown up a bit since then. I could possibly add Xbox to his list of loves. I just think this poem says it all.

I am taking the day off work just to spend time with him and his best friend. Actually, I should say that I am going to ferry them all over the place to have fun.

Ciao
LC