My blue-eyed Boy

I remember the first time I held him

When he was twelve days old...

 My finger traced the Deep angry scar on his chest

 his eyelashes swept upward.

Looking deep into those blueberry blue eyes

 I whispered and professed my eternal love

Last night, as he sat in a kitchen chair for his haircut, 

his jokes and goofiness, unique personality came through. 

As I gelled his hair and snapped his picture, 

I looked deep into those blueberry blue eyes, 

I whispered and professed my eternal love 

as tears welled and pooled, 

poised

 waiting for a opportunity to roll.

 I do love this boy, whom is poised on the edge I manhood. 

"I wuv you Mommy!" 

he proclaims
with a goofy grin

"I Like my hair."