my critter-loving boy...
is now seven.
He's still little enough to sit on my lap,
but too heavy to carry far.
Still small enough to not care very much for school,
but big enough to be doing well with reading, writing and arithmetic.
Big enough to check eggs and feed the cats,
Big enough to shoot a slingshot and a cap-gun,
Little enough to still climb trees and
kiss chickens on the beak.
Our seventh child is seven.
He's just perfect,