A song for Jax

Tiny red socks on the kitchen tile

Crumbs on the table

Milk ring smile

You push up your glasses

They slide down again

You say

"Watch this

Dad"

Then you make me laugh.

You’re starting to look just like me

Same crooked grin

Same stubborn eyes

I see my young face in your pictures

And I’m praying the clock forgets to tick sometimes

’Cause this is the part

I never want to end

I never want it to end

You grab my hand every time we cross the street

Making sure we got the matching Addie’s on our feet

You wrap your tiny arms around me

you tell me that you love being VZ4

I laugh and say

"That’s good, lil buddy"

But it shakes me to the core

One day you won’t need my shoulders

To see over the crowd

One day you’ll roll your eyes

When I tell you that I’m proud

But tonight you’re only seven

Breathing soft in your twin bed

As I’m headed for the doorway

last minute kisses on your head