And now for something a little different. I wrote this poem for my oldest son when he was about seven or eight. He is now a 6’6″ adult.
Growth and Pants
Shopping for pants for my son
Is considered by him not muc fun.
But he’s smart so he let’s me know
The pants, unlike him, do not grow.
Before his pants have time to fade,
Before he’s gone through one whole grade,
It’s:”Mom, my jeans are just too tight!”
I look at him and know he’s right.
The jeans we buy fit well at first,
But then begins the growing spurts.
Each leg extends below its cuff.
His tummy hasn’t room enough.
The pants prevent a good full meal,
They are so tight, his legs can’t feel.
No more room for him to grow.
So he, like me, know where we go.
Off we go to the clothing store.
To replace the pants he just wore.
They all carry Wranglers, Levis, Lee,
Rustlers or Bugle boy for him to see.
First we look for a proper fit
So when he squats they will not split.
One pair is long enough but is too tight.
The next pair’s color is not right.
Finally he decides on two pair.
The black ones he can’t wait to wear.
They match his coat and jackets too.
As well as the shirts: red, green and blue.
He wears his new black jeans to school,
Knowing that he looks quite cool.
The blue ones look sharp and he can not wait
To wear the jacket that looks so great.
But I know about his growing rate,
And soon again I hear him state:
“I need new pants. These are too tight.”
I look at him and know he’s right.
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Terri B. Thompkins, I am delighted that you enjoyed it!!
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Reminds me of the time I was a “step-mom” for a little while to a 10-year old!
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I hope they were a good experience. lol
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Mixed, sadly. That’s just the way the situation was.
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Ha ha. Cute poem! Thank goodness they eventually stop growing. At 6’6″ you went through lots of pants!
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We sure did. I had to cut the feet out of his footed pajamas so he could wear them longer. Lol.
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How fun! They all grow way too fast.
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Thank you. I wrote it when he was 6 or 7. Sometimes I miss those days. But then I realize how happy he is and married to a good woman. Now just may be better! Lol.
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Wow! I love it!
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Thank you, Morag! I used to write poetry sometimes when he was in the tub or when he was doing his homework.
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Love it. Kind of a lot like some of us, I think. I always say I buy my pants with elastic waists because that’s the way my real waist it. And oh when sometimes we lose a bit of weight and can go back to open the box of pants we once wore, it’s like finding old friends. ❤
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RB, I never thought of pants quite like that. It is a funny but true analogy though! I lost 20 pounds since last December to March and am quite eager to get rid of my loose waisted pants now, in the hopes that I can never go back. A lot of my pants are zippered, so I need new ones; but I can not shop for them because of the quarantine! So far Target and probably other places won’t let you try things on so I am wearing baggy pants that hide my accomplishment. Just wait until summer, if it is a real summer, which I feel sure it will be instead of this fake spring! . Thankk you as always for commenting!!
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This poem is great and tells well what we see when those boys are growing. You are very talented and a great writer. I really like this poem it made me smile and brought back a lot of memories with my growing boys.
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Frony, you made my day! I am tickled that you enjoyed my poem so much!! Thank you so much!! Hugs!!
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