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.