Nine Years Old

I’m cheating a little for this Poetry Monday.
The theme this week is ‘Someone You’ve met’.
And yes, I can remember the very first time I met her. A newborn in her mama’s arms.

Our second daughter’s first daughter.

The ‘cheating’ part is where I admit this poem is not new.

I wrote it for my eldest son when he turned nine.

I have to admit that was a very long time ago.

This time around, it’s for my 1stDof2ndD (see above).

Happy birthday, Sweetie!

Eldest son, Nine Years Old

Newest Nine Year 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,

I’m 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 sis with family 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’ve learned to knit quite perfectly,

I can 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 a ‘friend’ 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 old, 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.

And now a LITTLE treat:

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With POETRY, we all besought,

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts...

Perhaps a grin?

So Jenny, Charlotte, Mimi, me,

Have crafted poems for you to see,

And now you've read what we have wrought...

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Next week we'll denigrate or praise,

The interesting Diet Craze!