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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

To Megan, On Her Ninth Birthday

Originally written for her father, Mark, on his ninth birthday.

Mark, Nine Years Old
Megan, Nine Years Old










Well, now I'm nine and you can see
The changes time has wrought in me.
I've grown three feet since I was born,
As tall and slim as a stalk of corn.

I've learned about so many things,
I know of bikes and kites and strings.
I can cook and clean and comb my hair,
And help my brothers with evening prayer.

I can haul in wood, or hammer nails,
Or water trees with heavy pails.
I can hold the baby, shine my shoes,
Or sit with you and discuss the news.

I can play piano perfectly,
And beat you at Monopoly.
I can take out garbage, weed and hoe,
Then eat the carrots, row by row.

In fact I've grown so big and tall,
With doing chores and playing ball,
That maybe you can't really see
How young and weak I still can be.

How I take Raccoon to bed at night,
And ask you to leave on the light.
How I still like my whole face kissed
And like to make a 'Christmas List'.

And even though I numb your knee,
I like to be held tenderly.
I like to know that you are proud
And have you tell me right out loud.

Please understand, with all my size,
With knowing looks in big brown eyes,
That I am not as big, you see
As my outside appears to be.

Ignore my size and adult airs,
Forget that I've climbed lots of stairs.
Just hug and kiss and try to see
That little child inside of me.

12 comments:

  1. A perfect poem to describe your little boy and his little girl. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thank you, Joanne! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

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  2. OMG I'm sitting here blubbering like a baby. That is so beautiful.

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    1. Thank you, Delores! Tears and/or smiles are my greatest rewards!!!

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  3. People never really grow up We all need love and cuddling and soft touch .
    Nice post :)

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    1. Thank you, LL! And I agree. Love and cuddling are just as important when someone is grown as when they are children!

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  4. Awwww, this is just the sweetest thing ever!!!

    What a beautiful prose.

    Thanks for sharin' it with us.

    God bless ya and have a beautiful day sweetie!!! :o)

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    1. Thanks so much, Nezzie! And I hope you have a beautiful day as well!

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  5. A very lovely poem; way sweet!

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    1. Thank you, LeAnn! Sweet was definitely what I was going for! :)

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  6. Oh, very nice! It's great that it applies equally to both!!

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    1. Isn't it amazing?! I look at my little boy, who's a dad in his mid thirties and wonder where the time has gone! It seems like yesterday I wrote this poem. And thought he was such a big boy then!

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