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My little brother’s birthday party
Their laughs and giggles echo off the trees
as they run around shooting each other.
Wrestling on the ground, grass stains on knees, they’re falling down one after another.
The destruction of a ten-year-old boy,
no pink, no girls, no Barbie dolls allowed.
There’s always magic tricks and yoyo toys,
playing any sport in front of a crowd.
Sit and watch the little boys and rockets,
pure joy and fascination in their eyes.
The rocket starts to lift off and they watch it
as it disappears in the clear blue sky.
Little boys and rockets, will soon be men
grow up so fast, never little again.
— Dana Crooks