My son was naughty the other night; and my husband, being short-tempered, whacked him and sent him to his room. I went and looked in on him and found him sobbing his heart out. After calming him down, I looked into his big blue eyes, and he asked, "Why did Daddy smack me?" I replied, "because you were naughty." He said, "But I love my daddy". I wrote this poem to my husband from my son.

This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Family Poems

Little Fellow
There are little eyes upon you,
And they're watching night and day;
There are little ears that quickly take in
Every word you say.

There are little hands all eager
To do every thing you do,
And a little boy who's dreaming
Of the day he'll be like you.

You're the little fellow's idol,
You're the wisest of the wise;
In his little mind about you
No suspicions ever rise.

There's a wide-eyed little fellow
Who believes you're always right;
And his ears are always open
As he watches day and night.

You are setting an example
Every day in all you do
For the little boy who's waiting
To grow up to be like you.

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