ODE TO TIMMY
it's no more bizarre than men
walking around
walking around
on the moon
no question a little boy named
Timmy still exists, like Peter Pan,
Timmy still exists, like Peter Pan,
never grew up, never a rebellious
teenager, never a flower child,
never a confirmed bachelor
teenager, never a flower child,
never a confirmed bachelor
Too strong a personality to be erased
without an argument hey Timmy usually won his arguments
Standing on a chair next to the stove, coaching . . . "Turn them now, Ma!"
(the only one to call me Ma). "Kathryn says when the
bubbles come through, it's time to turn the pancakes.
Quick, you're going to burn them!"
Quick, you're going to burn them!"
"Listen, son
I was making pancakes before you were born."
(Peering up to see if I am serious),
"You ‑ were ‑ not! How could I eat 'em?"
He had a point, always did.
Timmy was‑‑is‑‑an unusually
Timmy was‑‑is‑‑an unusually
sensitive little boy. Who else would come to his
mother at bedtime and announce, "Ma, I'm sorry
about all the naughty things I did today . . . and I'm sorry
about all the naughty things
I'm going to do tomorrow."
I'm going to do tomorrow."
Now Big Tim has done the ultimate
naughty thing and gotten a girl pregnant
Smitten with Kathy, changed his mind about
bachelorhood, hopes for a girl
like winsome stepdaughter, Lauren, while I
yes I definitely lean toward a flesh‑and‑blood Timmy jr
more huggable than the other Timmy who's out
there somewhere, I just know it, driving people
crazy and/or making them laugh
if you see him, tell him
Ma still loves him.
Mother's Day Message from Grown-up Timmy 2014
The word after patient is Love, if anyone is wondering, followed by Your little Timmy.
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