Last I knew it was just a few months ago when I posted about the birth of The Boy during Hurricane Irene. Oh wait, it’s been a year! I don’t consider myself much of a poet, but let me have a little clichéd moment and share this poem I wrote for my son on his first birthday.
Battling bottle boycotts,
bumps, bruises, and booby bites
“Bah bah” brought a smile.
Drowning in dirty diapers,
deprived of sleep, and doubting
“Dada” drew endless laughs.
Missing pre-mommy me time,
my memory, and warm meals
“Mama” melted my heart.
Doggies say “eh eh,”
Ducks go “cack cack,”
Dragons breathe “haaaa.”
So much to learn
you from me and me from you.
A year gone by
all the ups worth any downs.
Watching you grow
finding new levels of love.
Baby says “gah gah,”
Daddy goes “boo,”
Mommy breathes “I love you.”
Perfect…
Just like him!
I *LOVE* this present to The Boy. If you say you aren’t much of a poet, I’m a babbling blue banana. (Trust me- I’m not.) This poem is loving and lovely. Keep writing for every birthday and even in between.
And to your baby- HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOY!
We sent along the birthday wishes to The Boy! I’m glad you *LOVED* the poem (and that you’re not a babbling blue banana–although that would be something to see!).
Beautiful poem, Katie!
And clearly it can’t be a whole year already. Weren’t we just swinging on the swings at the Pocono Retreat?
With all good wishes for a million more smiles and laughter and very happy birthday celebrations!
Thanks, Donna! Time does go by so fast. I’ll have to send you a recent picture of The Boy. I’ve got a cutie one of him on the swing.