Little Boy

Little boy, so much depends on
your yellow cup
a serenade to wake you up
sun that slants across the rug
the wings on that astonishing bug

and your big cardboard box.

Little boy, so much depends on
your silver spoon
storybooks under the moon
that piece of lint upon the floor
by yourself, closing the door

and your big cardboard box.

Little boy, you remind me how
so much depends on days made of now.

JEB  
Inspired by the book, a gift from Cousin A.
And by sweet comments from JZG.