In the April dusk
 
a little boy is weeping
 
for his lost puppy.

 
 

A little boy sobs,
 
cradling his crushed dragon kite—
 
April loneliness.

 
 
 

Independence Day—
 
a small boy’s firecracker stash
 
dwindles bang by flash.

 
 
 

“One more!” the boy cries
 
as his dad closes the book—
 
deepening winter.

 
 
 

Autumn afternoon—
 
a boy and his dad fly kites
 
on a windy hill.

 
 
 

Halloween morning—
 
the boy next door eats breakfast,
 
dressed as Spiderman.

 
 
 

Summer afternoon—
 
the teddy bear takes a nap
 
with his little boy.

 
 
 

After the circus
 
the boy without a balloon
 
walks home all alone.

 
 
 

First haircut of spring—
 
the boy in the barber’s chair
 
snaps his bubblegum.

 
 
 

First small joy of spring—
 
a young boy at the bike store
 
gets a bargain price.