As I'm putting your laundry away <br />I stop to look around your room. <br />The hundreds of Hotwheels <br />parked, as they should be, in their crate. <br />I can still see you lying on your belly <br />on the kitchen floor making the best <br />sound affects ever created by an amateur. <br />I can't help chuckling to myself <br />as I sit on your bed <br />and look at the things you treasure. <br />Your dads army jacket <br />proudly on display on your wall <br />next to the American flag. <br />Your many necklaces <br />(only ''cool'' ones) <br />that could never be mistaken <br />for a girls. <br />Then I walk over to your display cabinet. <br />Your most prized possessions. <br />I peek in careful not to disturb <br />the almost museum style set-up you have. <br />I see your baseball trophies <br />all surrounding your first (but not last) <br />home-run ball. <br />Your unopened packages of Hotwheels <br />(each representing something I am clueless of) . <br />Your slingshot and bb guns. <br />Just as a sadness of your lost youth <br />starts to wash over me <br />with the thought of how responsibly <br />you've arranged all this, <br />I see a picture of Napoleon Dynomite <br />smiling back at me <br />as if to say <br />''Gosh! Get out of my room! Geez! '' <br />Even though you may be somewhere <br />between a man and a little boy... <br />I still know where to find you.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-between-a-man-and-a-little-boy-2/
