Little Prince


He races past me
wooden sword in hand.
Adventure! Danger!


Saving his princess sisters
from dragons and orcs.




Rolled up jeans
with the hole in one knee.
Feet bare and dirty,
Red paper crown,
Old skirt for a cape.



A prince, a hero,
the day spent.
He falls into bed
and dreams of
dragons and danger.

One day, soft cheeks and body
will be replaced with stubble and muscle.
But inside the man
will always be
this little
boy.


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