My little Boys

A little pair of Jeans with a hole in the knee.
Green fruit that was picked from my favorite tree.
My coffee table that sports a dent.
Little cowboy saying "which way did they went?"
A mason jar made a home for a bee.
While in the house, opened and was soon set free.
My little boys now into their teens.
Mom we need more money for designer Jeans.

I wrote this a few years ago, when my three sons were in their teens and I was feeling melancholy because they were growing up so fast. Gee, now I need to write something about grandchildren because they are growing up too fast. By the way, they are just getting older, not me!