Boy child

I leave to work.  I see you playing next door. I call out to you to say goodbye. You say bye and I turn away , for time waits for none, and , well, there is so much to be done. But then I hear you calling me hurriedly. I stop and turn back, nothing can be more important than you. I anticipate you to show me some funny new trick, or some brave new trick. Instead you are running towards me. You climb over the wall, and jump into my arms. And as all your friends are watching, you hug me, and gracefully accept that peck on your cheek that you came to receive.And you make me realize, at 6 years old, how you are still my little boy child!

I realize how nothing could ever be more important than this. That no matter how much you grow up, you will still be my child!