Tobys' Firsts

Tobys' Firsts

A Poem by Windy
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His first year of life

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His first birthday, his first cake

It's hard to believe he's already this age

I remember the day he was born, the happiness he's given since then and on

His first grin, his first smile, his first tooth, man it'sbeen awhile

It seems as if one day he was crawling and the next he was running

First came Dada, Mama soon followed so many things time has swallowed

It's almost sad, yet not at all for the happiness he brings is the best of all

Pooh and Tigger on his cake

The balloons flew high and off they made

He cried so hard, but out of fear

He hated those balloons the second they got near

It was so hot that July day, he went from happy to miserable in just one face

There he sat that beautiful boy, sticky with icing and oh so tired

I gave him a bath, washed off the cake and into my arms he curled like a babe

To sleep he was gone, not even caring that he was now one.

© 2008 Windy


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Awww... this is lovely, just lovely.

"He cried so hard, but out of fear
He hated those balloons the second they got near"

yep, i remember this with my own kids and grandkids!
and if one popped .... OMG!! lol

lol...funny how we put this elaborate party together
for a child who doesn't know, doesn't care, and is usually
horrified by it in some manner (e.g. clowns, balloons, noise....etc)
and then completely spent before its end draws nigh,
along w/ the organizer(s)/parent(s)/family member(s)....
who put the whole shabang together.
Seems a tad silly that we repeat the same steps w/ the next child,
already having learned the outcome. lol

Thank you Windy! I truly enjoyed this :)




Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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There he sat that beautiful boy, sticky with icing and oh so tired

What a wonderful picture you "paint" for us to see! Thank you for writing this!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so sweet! It made me tear up and it made me laugh..

"I remember the day he was born, the happiness he's given since then and on

His first grin, his first smile, his first tooth, man it's been awhile

It seems as if one day he was crawling and the next he was running"

I love both of those parts. Great job!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like how this one ended. Like i should've known it was his first b-day but did'nt get it till the end ! With a few rhymes here and there mixed with a free rant style made for an unpredictable and gratifying poem . You say that you don't write much or that you are just getting started ? Either way, you should know that we all develope our own styles and you are well on your way with work like this.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful. A time when they still need you. When you are still the healer of all wounds. This is special. Save it for him one day. Perfect. Thank You for all your kind reviews.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awww... this is lovely, just lovely.

"He cried so hard, but out of fear
He hated those balloons the second they got near"

yep, i remember this with my own kids and grandkids!
and if one popped .... OMG!! lol

lol...funny how we put this elaborate party together
for a child who doesn't know, doesn't care, and is usually
horrified by it in some manner (e.g. clowns, balloons, noise....etc)
and then completely spent before its end draws nigh,
along w/ the organizer(s)/parent(s)/family member(s)....
who put the whole shabang together.
Seems a tad silly that we repeat the same steps w/ the next child,
already having learned the outcome. lol

Thank you Windy! I truly enjoyed this :)




Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This poem brings back a lot of memories. My children are 13 and 16 now, they grow up so fast. But I remember them as babies like it was yesterday. This is another beautiful tribute to your grandson. Great flow, each line a delight, wonderful writing!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Oh Windy, this is delightful. You've written a feeling, an emotion, and, so very well. Someone's already the balloon part, and, yes, it captured me too... could virtually see what you say happened. (I don't like balloons, they make such a noise when they go 'bang!)

You've gone into writing so well because you write with your feelings, and, that's what counts...

'I gave him a bath, washed off the cake and into my arms he curled like a babe' - that's a picture painted with your pen on paper, fingers on the keyboard...

Thank you so much for sharing.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

To cute...they grow up so fast..enjoy each precious moment ..this poem brought back memories of my son when he was one. He's 25 now with a son of his own ( 3 months old) Thanks for taking me back in time if only for a moment with the words of your poem. Beautiful write ...a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

good flow the line
He cried so hard, but out of fear
He hated those balloons the second they got near
its wonderful, in a few word you have described the whole scene and brought the reader into your world.
good job and you brought in a much more personal element, with toby this time. and you can see how that pulls the reader in attachs him/her to the words.
writing must hold the reader.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brings back memories. I bet he was all cute cuddled up next to you. Good write. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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