Tuesday, November 18, 2014

For the love of little boys, especially one little boy.


"Dirty Face"

Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got it from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you've had in years.


~Shel Silverstein~


(and in my case realizing one morning many, many years ago how quiet my little boy was when I was trying to fit much needed housework into a busy day. As mothers everywhere know, it only takes a few seconds for lovable mischief, and to make snow from a bag of flour. This is a photo I sent to his Dad who was away at sea at the time, before the first hair-cut.  It is a repeat photo shared a few years back to go with this lovely poem.)