No longer invisible,
Motherly types: sensible,
Fawning and preening
Over his lines, he\'s dreaming:
A moment of joy,
Becoming a boy,
\"I\'m certain to have arrived,\"
Taking a curtain, the bow contrived.
Tucked into bed real close
Covers drawn to the nose,
Arms down by his sides,
A smile he hides,
Soft, gentle, love now,
A kiss on each eyebrow.
What\'s not to be liked
About getting \"Likes?\"
-Gary Edward Geraci