Patrick

Not sure what to call this type of writing

Patrick,
Giggles, laughter, funny, and serious all in one,
Tiny little hands, tiny Little feet,
grasping and climbing,

When venturing out side become Dirty little hands and dirty little feet as you
venture , investigate every thing with in your reach,
you run you hide, you giggle , and oh my how you can scream in protest when time to inside,

Arching your back and wriggling like a worm not wanting to be caught,

Oh how you try to be sneaky, when the animals food you are not to have!
How you run and how you try to protect that treasure of disgust,

How you now have learned to color, not sure which gets more color the paper or you?

You are a joy and delight the apple of my eye,
You are a gift from God on high,

You are an angel with eyes of wonder and eyes full of light,
Your hugs in my time illness are a God Sent,

Perceptive and keen you are at all that you see.

Now I know the many delights that fathers all over experience,
as to the fears.

How you are ambitious in your endeavors to seek that which is out of your reach, and how
you can climb to get to that which you should not be,

Now we look and wonder how did you get there!
Your voice can not be ignored when you awake,
God's little alarm clock , God has a sense of humor that is for sure,
How he can create such a tiny little human being with such a loud voice is beyond me.

Sometimes I think it is God's way of saying, "remember how I call you children" as he sits on his throne Chuckling to himself.

So this is what is meant by when he said we are like children unto him, for we to screech and scream and throw fits just like our son,

For we too are curious to know about the stars and the sun,
indeed, I love our son,
and now I understand more what it really was meant when God gave his Only begotten Son to die for us.

For now that I am a father, I understand a little more at what God Has to put up with.

But I also now understand  a little more at how he can love us like his children.

Because Patrick has taught me much with regards to love, patients, kindness, forgiveness , joy, fear, and so much more.
because Patrick, you are a gift from God .

tiny little hands , tiny little feet,
dirty hands dirty little feet,
Eyes in peaceful sleep, eyes bright and wide when awake,

are we not like a child?

Author's Note

I know I am all over the place. but there is so much happening in my mind lol.

Reviews

[Marie]

Well, I would call this writing a tribute to a wonderful little boy.

[Lee Wilson]

thank you. :) and in deed. He is a terrifc little man.