At six he still finds it possible to lap-sprawl.
But now his shoulders hang off one side,
His knees off the other.

He throws his head and cub lion’s mane back.
I see the sure pulse in his neck.
His kick is strong when I tickle.

This will all be over in a couple of years
Or sooner.
Giggles give way to needing referees on the field.

Fathers urge their sons onward.
Grandfathers are willing to steep a few moments.
I’ve been all three.