He looks up at me
With brown eyes
Innocent and hungry
For stories and toys.

Four years old
Yet so mature
And also naughty
He teases me with his smile.

He won my heart
And gobbled up
All the stories that i told
Fascinated.

He had his cars
Always the best one was his
The worn out he gave me
And we raced and he won.

He slept like an angel
Smiling in his sleep.
His hands in mine
And his monkey in the other.