For Max.
Well Howdy, Doody,
Little Young man,
Riding around his
Ride along fire truck,
Red like fires you will
Surely put out,
Red like my heart that
Beats for you,
Red like your cheeks
That beam like the summer sun:
RED.
What a guy!
How can I put into words
What you mean to me?
It’s a dimple in your right cheek,
Another one coming in on
The other side;
It’s the way your hair
Around your face sticks
To your hot forehead in summer;
How little your arms
still feel in mine;
Little hands, little
fingernails, little toes.
It’s a weewa weewa
WEEWAA around the house,
The yard, the neighborhood,
Officer Max, here to underarrest
Every bad guy and then some.
It’s the “I love you mommy,
So much, in the WHOLE WORLD”s
The little arms around my
neck as you whisper
“You’re my greatest superhero.”
What could be better.
Indeed, what could be better?
You are the very reinvention
Of good, yet you are wholly your own.
My son. Red Like the sun.
My world revolves around you,
And singing your praises,
I will never be done.
So Howdy, Doody,
Ride on out,
Dream big, and dream good:
The world is yours,
110%.
I will always be with you,
wherever you go.
Love, Mom
