That Little Boy

You'll never know that little boy,
His eyes bright,
his teeth white.
He's having fun,
taking everything delight.
He's dark and plump
and he ain't Forrest Gump.
That little boy had only seen nine
yet to him everything seems fine.
Tantrum he throws, laughter he shows
and bits by bits he grows.

Changed he did, that little boy,
When a person precious was taken.
He got down, he got up
His current mood, you better not be mistaken.
His shirt got marks, patches and spots,
All came from his own sweaty dots.
And dirt, smudge and stain too
And he knows that there wont be anyone he wants to sue.

Riding his bicycle with his little brother chasing after
So he stopped, and wait and tried to be a big brother.
It was a teary scene to look at
More teary than a stuck and dead bat.
Wait until you see his house floor
A squatter with a gate made from bathroom doors.

It was raining one day
I gave him a cap to play
And gave the lil bro a ride back home
just to see how he waited
and waited for the lil guy, alone.
What he lacks in his life is a figure of maternal
but his love for his little brother, eternal.
That little boy doesn't care
about shirts, shorts and fair.
All he knows is his innocence
and taking care of his little partner, he is competence.

And what I wrote here is true
And I hope you can see his life too
How he became older than he should be
More than an adult that you could see
I guess from the heaven the mother, behind the clouds
Watching over that little boy, proud.