Growing Pains

As the marble roles down the hill the little boy laughs and runs

Apache Joe and the Cowboy Kid with hands firmly on plastic guns

The breeze brings smells and tastes in time of Swansea to my childish friend

An always understanding thought as warriors brave the end.

“Ow!” he punched me! “Ow” he kicked

Crying as noses are picked

“My dad’s bigger than your dad” they say

Then as bloodied friends continue their play.

“See that tree the one in the park?”

“That’s where I kissed her, on the lips in the dark”

“What did it taste like, feel like?" They snigger.

“I don’t really know, but my willy got bigger”

My god how they laughed these innocent boys

Pretty soon forgetting the games and their toys

Soon they are grown up, tall handsome men

No more war games or building a den.

Soon comes a day when all kids start to cry

And soon comes a time when they all say goodbye

But me? I am lucky my child is the best I could have had

And really I think she says “You’re great as my Dad!”