Tiny Boots, Giant Strides
The Boy Child (ஆண் குழந்தை) — English
With dirt on your knees and laughter in your eyes,
You track the messy prints of tomorrow’s skies.
Running blindly into the wind without a single fear,
Making gravity look like a playground option, my dear.
You hold a broken stick like a warrior’s sword,
Chasing fireflies across the summer board.
Grow strong, little king, but keep that gentle art—
The fierce courage of a man, with a boy’s pure heart.
Tags: Boy Child Poem, Son Love, Mother Son Bond, Parenting Joy
