There is a man sleeping in my son’s bed Dark hairy legs hanging off the bed Where’s the crib? There is a man sleeping in my son’s bed Sharp jawline and morning stubble Where’s the toy razor and bubble bath? There is a man sleeping in my son’s bed Muscled arms crossed over his head Where’s the baby fat? There is a man sleeping in my son’s bed “Good Morning, mom,” he says, his voice squeaks with puberty Where did the time go?