They Grow Up So Fast

A piece of my son's toenail stuck up like a sword (his words) I successfully pass the mom test of eradicating a pesky part of him he wants no more

And tomorrow when the sun rises over gold strands of his hair (darkening every year) I'll rustle the feather wisps of his remaining childhood between my fingers and wish I could clip off his ninth year and make it last forever.

Erin Passons, 8-2015