Sophia Gonzalez

9th Grade Humanities

Ms. Britt Shirk

May 10, 2017

My little boy
You didn't like me when I first got you,
You barked and cried all night til you knew me,
All you did was rip my stuff and you knew,
You were small and scared until you were free,
Your fearful of unfamiliar faces,
Bites and never listens to what I say,
Your hair is unpleasant in all places,
You made the days better and not as grey,
Through the years you started to change and grow,
Your hair became gray and you became old,
You started to listen to me and know,
You slept in the sun until it got cold,
You kept me company for a while,
You always managed to make me smile.