I run my fingers through the hairs on his chest.
He sleeps while I think of how I'm blessed.
In my head, I relive the first "I love you"
And the obligatory "I love you, too".
I may not have meant it but I soon would.
He proved worthy and for me too good.
I was made to stutter, stammer, and feel sixteen
Because he showed me affection like I'd never seen.
Freeze-framed at heart, sixteen I'll always be
But if he opens his eyes, an old woman he'll see.
I pray he'll be blind to my physical flaws
And as we age, still jump me - all paws.
He's sixteen at heart too and I must confess;
You'd never know it by the gray hairs on his chest.