My Little Man

This is a poem about my nephew, who will always be my little man

I miss the way
everywhere I went,
he was sure to follow
I miss how
when he would flush the toilet
he told me where the peepee and poohpooh go
I miss the way
he squealed when he laughed
at his favorite cartoons
I miss how
in the middle of the night
I had to wrap my arms around him like a cacoon
I miss the way
his blond hair curled
at the back of his head
I miss how
he would always repeat
every funny thing that was said
I miss the way
he wanted me to time him
when he showed me how fast he ran
I miss how
no matter what
he was always my little man