To my eldest son.
Who WAS nine...
And now has added forty years to that!
And who will be a grandfather in a few short weeks.
I love you, my boy!
Happy 49th birthday!
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| Then |
My blonde-haired son with eyes of brown,
Who rode his bike all over town,
He’d reached the grand old age of nine,
Had learned so much in all that time.
But mostly, how he loved to eat,
My cookies were a special treat,
He’d lick a beater, taste the dough,
Then grab some cookies, off he’d go.
But soon, my boy just wanted to
Find out how he could make them. True.
And so he learned and soon discovered,
His baking had surpassed his mother's.
Tonight he joined us in our home,
He brought his wife, six kids along,
We laughed and talked and had such fun,
‘Twas hard to think it'd soon be done.
The grandkids said they had a yen...
Our boy went to the kitchen then,
And set the oven, got some ‘stuff’,
Then added till he had enough.
It only took a moment, till,
He, all his kids’ dreams, he’d fulfilled,
And cookies warm were on display,
Enough to last till end of day.
And now, it was his mom. (T’was so!)
Who licked the beaters, tasted dough,
Then, as the cookies, warm, emerged
Stole a few, by hunger urged.
We gathered them (just one more bite!),
To send with folks into the night,
I watched him pack up kids and then,
I thought of ‘now’ and thought of ‘when’.
It’s not so long since he was nine,
And still so young and still all mine,
Where did the years all pass away?
Did this not happen yesterday?
Today is his. It’s his turn now,
I wave to them from on the porch.
I've happ'ly passed the 'cookie' torch!
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| Now |
