Ode to Toe

After spending a few weeks dealing with my 13 year old and his BIG TOE I finally had to take him to doctor today and spend 2 hours there.  FUN.  here is my poem about this entire ordeal.  Sorry! i like the beginning more than the end.  Perhaps you could help make them match up more:)  


Slicing dicing Ben's Big Toe.
No Matter how I warned him he always knows.
Weeks later Ben's Big Big Toe aching, red and throbbing, tender to the touch.
I howl, "I told you!"
More weeks go by, soaking Ben's Big Toe, crying, and sulking.
"Help me!" Ben wails.
Ben's Big Toe has its own heart beat now 
                                              and new shades of red and purple.
I inspect Ben's Big Toe and whisper "It may be time for us to remove Big Toe."
Ben's eyes mushroom to twice their size, maybe we should see the doctor first.
The Doctor explains to Ben that he must remove part of the nail but this will stop Big Toe from hurting
                      and it will stop the heartbeat.?
Ben agrees.
Two needles to deaden Big Toe.
Scissors and tweezers to take the nail off.?
Blood begins to poor out of Big Toe.
Ben thinks it is cool.
Big Toe's heartbeat ceases.


Big Toe gets wrapped, wrapped and wrapped.
Big Toe will take some time to heal but will be happy again.

My Boy Runs

He still runs to me.

My boy is 10 years old now but everyday after school my boy still runs to me.  As I pull up to the street in my car I turn the corner hoping there is a spot still open so I have a perfect view of my boy running; as some days when it is raining or I am late, there are few left.

He Still runs to me.

On bright sunny days the bell rings and the students stream out like ants, some carrying heavy packs or band instruments while others don’t even have a coat.  Some students seem to drag their feet as the weight of the day is just too heavy to bear.  Girls may SkIp, others jump on a bike or a bus. 

But my boy runs.

He heaves the door open and his feet launch into action; I can almost hear the bionic man’s sound effects in the background as he starts his race.

My boy is FAST

He quickly weaves through the slower students and some will try to speed up trying to keep up with his pace but soon give up.  His hair is long and bOuNcEs along with his gazelle like steps and all along he smiles. 

He SmileS. 

Which is my favorite part; I often wonder if the wind is filling his large wonderful cheeks as he runs; inflating his smile like a balloon. This boy does not smile often and I know that the reason he is smiling is only because he is running from school but I don’t care, he is smiling and that is something. 

My boy runs.

When he gets closer to the car his smile gets W I D E R and he begins to wave.  If his older brother is in the car he’ll say he is a dork but I’ll say he is wonderful, he is 10 and not everything is stupid yet.  (Thank God!)

My boy runs to me; and I relish everyday that he does.

My Boy...Cole

I need help with the first two paragraphs the most they seem to be the largest part  chunk of they story while the rest has short pieces. (should I cut something out?)  I am also trying to keep to the same verb tense and I am not sure if i did so entirely.  There are times when I think it is more of a reflection but then it switches to more of a present tense.  Does it make sense or do i need to change it?  Thanks for your help!