A Child, He Said

“I’d love a child,” he said
a boy perhaps, with fire trucks gleaming red
or a beautiful girl with ribbons and bows
who twirls about upon her toes
a bouncing baby just bubbling with laughter
that echoes throughout the house in all the years after
a little one who loves to fish
I bet would fulfill his every wish
a tomboy girl who loves to romp in the dirt
not caring if she gets mud on her shirt
if she had eyes just like her mother’s
he’d love her like he’s loved no other
and if his rowdy boy also had freckles
he’d adore every one of those angel kiss speckles
the child would get patience, right up through the teenage years
when those silly kids listen just as if they had beeswax in their ears
well all I really know is what he told me as I went to bed
“I’d love a child” ─ that’s just what he said!