Boyhood

I am ten and master
Of my fate unless
My sisters intervene,
I run faster than they
Can and get stronger
Every day though
They outnumber me.
I do my chores Saturday
Then slip away to woods
And fields far from home,
Following bee trails skipping
Stones climbing trees lying
In the grass watching the clouds.
I have a crush on my third-grade
Teacher who has red hair and nails,
I read Greek Roman and Norse
Mythology dreaming of Triremes
And Viking ships drawing pictures
Of warships sail to steel and
Consider being a navy cook
On board ships across the world.
How strange to grow up to
Cook history lectures on
Those ships and sail the world.
But what I never dreamed was
That I would be so lucky as
To find twice someone who
Loved me back and
Live with them
For as long
As fate
Allows us
To be happy
Together.
Boyhood’s end
Is the beginning
Of even better
Things to
Come.