To My SonA Poem by Barbara WalkerA poem I wrote for my son on his birthday
On June 22, 1971,
the doctor announced, "It's a boy!" and I was filled with so much joy! Arriving six weeks early, you were anxious to meet us, I know gaining seventy-five pounds, I felt as big as a bus! You were just a tiny thing, precious and so very loved. You could fit in Dad's one hand, our beautiful gift from God above. You didn't stay tiny for long, growing by leaps and bounds and from your lips came many words, instead of baby sounds. You loved to play outside, you loved to ride your bike; riding it out in the hills was something you, especially, liked. You loved to swim, spending summers in our pool and oh, you loved to fish, catching many, as a rule. For awhile, you had a quirk, whenever we went anywhere; you had to know who, what, where and when, as if, being away was more than you could bear. You started playing sports, when you were seven, playing baseball, basketball and soccer and you thought playing forward was heaven. You had many friends, you weren't one to feel sad and as for school, you were an intelligent lad. The girls thought you were very cute and I'd have to say they're right; a girl can't go wrong with a boy, so very cute and bright! You had your share of troubles, when you were in your teens. I worried quite a lot and we had our share of scenes. Then came the day, when you left your troubles behind, you grew into a man, so very thoughtful and kind. When you met Margie and fell in love, I was so happy for you and thanked the Lord above. You became a great step-dad. I knew you were that kind of man; helping and guiding others in any way that you can. Then, along came Hannah and oh, what a beautiful sight, to see you hold her in your arms, gave my heart such pure delight! Now, on your forty-first birthday, I want to convey my thoughts; I couldn't be more proud of you and I love you lots and lots!
© 2013 Barbara WalkerReviews
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StatsAuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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