Holocene

Wake up little boy, and rub your soft face.  Everything is going to be alright.

Put on your sleepy t-shirt, the one with the soccer ball on it.  You have to go to school today, but it's only because your mother loves you, and wants the best for you.  You've gotten so big, you can dress yourself, pour your own cereal, brush your own teeth and comb your own hair.

You have so much energy.  The world is your playground.  You find the sport in everything.

Yeah, sometimes you see your mom and she's sad.  But she's living in a hard world.  And you're the best thing that's ever happened to her.

So lace up your shoes, and be ready early for her.  She loves you more than anything you could know.