What is a Boy?

I was blessed to have 5 sons…I wrote this poem about my oldest son Kevin when he was about 17. Many years have passed…he is now an orthopedic Surgeon. I dedicate it to all of my wonderful sons.
 IlaMae (Ike) Stucki (c) 5/18/2011
What is a Boy?
Months came and went so very slow…
Time stretched on day by day.
Excitement grew as each would pass
We’d worry, wait, and pray.
And then at last, delightful day
Our little boy was born
He’d come to earth with us to stay.
Our most tender love was sworn
But little did I know just then
This bundle full of joy
Would one day prompt my trusty pen 
To write…’What is a Boy?
A boy? At first this little guy
Is soft and warm and sweet,
With wee small hands, a twinkling eye,
and pink and wrinkled feet.
He sleeps all day, but likes at night
To visit eat and play
Despite his Mothers “Manners plea”
He throws food off his tray.
He grows a little then he crawls.
Before too long he walks.
He drags red crayon along the wall,
and talks, and talks, and talks…
His chubby hands can clean out
Every single kitchen drawer
He leaves his toys and books about, 
On every chair and floor.
You’ll find that he’s a whirlwind
travelling faster than a train.
You’re always several steps behind
And seem no ground to gain.
He’s an Angel with a dirty face,
A wizard with a frog,
A detective in a hiding place…
and” best friend” to his dog.
He carries around a pile of dirt
in every pocket, shoe, and cuff.
While climbing trees he tears his shirt,
And still that’s not enough.
His stomach is an endless hole
That never seems to fill
Cookies, pop, pizza to go…
If it’s there to eat, he will
There’s football, then there’s basketball
He never stops a minute
Off to swimming, tennis, baseball
While the garden weeds, stay in it!
Today I stopped a moment…
To see my son again;
I wonder where the time went,
from the babe in the playpen.
My baby’s gone, and in his place,
behind that summer tan.
I see in him, his father’s face…
So soon he’ll be a man…