THE LITTLE MAN By Helen Constantine

The little man

Written
By
Helen Constantine

The little man we love so well

Has brought more joy than

We'll willingly, easily tell

Your bright quizzical eyes

And beguiling roguish smile

Made you a lovable work of art

Right from the very start

We worry at your slightest sniffle

 Even more, when you fall

We try to be near, to always hear

Your each and  every cry and call

Little man, well after

You’re safely, tucked up in bed

We fear the weight, you’ve yet

To carry, on your trusting head

Still, we pray, as you ramble along

Life’s winding dubious path

You’ll always be true to both

Your head and wee dear heart

Little man, we hope you’ll grow

Cleaver, humble, healthy and strong

Wisely mindful of, right from wrong

Forever loyal, honest and true

In all you think, say and do

You’re new to a world

That’s full of doubt, pitfalls, and fear

But guess what, little man

We’re so very thankful and happy

That you’re at long last, finally here!

© Copyright by Helen Constantine April 2011