They’re taller and older now Dean’s no longer a four-year-old I don’t have to tie his shoes Or wipe his nose when he cries Sam no longer wails for food Or coos for attention
They’re taller and older now They’ve got great wisdom Some I never wished for them They know things I never wanted them to And sometimes when I’m alone in my room I’ll yearn for our lost years
They’re taller and older now And Dean can hold me in his arms And Sam towers over me They’re both so full of love still That never seemed to change Inside, they’re still my baby boys
Written for the Supernatural Poetry Challenge February 2017. Prompt: Mary Winchester.