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?