where o where has my little babe gone?
i've looked in the cradle,
i've searched all day long.
he's disappeared i tell you,
nowhere in sight.
my infant has vanished,
can you sense my plight?
that baby who cuddled,
and kicked, and cooed.
is replaced by a toddler,
another small person in my brood.
you see, i'm poetic--
he's not gone, per se.
he just had a birthday
and he's "one" today.
as if this sweet little cherub
could sense a coming change--
as if he knew he was older
his abilities he did rearrange.
no more sitting idly by,
why, first steps were taken.
he learned "thumbs up" and
said "ball" and, well, i was mistaken
that my baby would stay
and always remain.
that just once one wouldn't change--
just continue the same.
change is constant.
we learn that at birth.
God wants us to change,
to refine while on earth.
so, i'll let him keep changing.
i guess it's okay.
for the other ones did--
and they're better each day.
disappeared, that small baby,
the one not yet "one",
but how pleased i can feel
that the magic lives on.
magic, like change,
is constant you see.
it's the marvelous presence
of possibility.
so change and grow
my magician, my doll.
i've got photos and memories
to keep you small.
happy birthday, gavin.
love, mommy
**written for his birthday on January 25, 2009
11 comments:
So sweet.
Hope to see you tomorrow!
Lisa, you are amazing. No surprise, you have always been a good writer. Give a hug and a kiss to Gavin. I can't believe it has been a year. Love you all, Mom
WOW thats good!
Sweet poem. I'm always so entertained when I read your blog.
Seriously, first the Christmas card poem and now this birthday one --- Hallmark will be knockin' on your door shortly. Or Shel Silverstein. You're fab.
That is so cute! You are so creative!
Beautiful, Lisa!! I adore reading your blog.
You are one talented, classy, amazing lady and mom. You motivate me to be a better mom and person. I so enjoy reading your blog! Happy Birthday to your baby!
How sweet! Happy Birthday to you, little Gavin! You are still a baby for as long as your mommy wants you to be.
You know if you keep stacking one amazing talent on top of another.......people might stop liking you. ;-) As if not liking you is possible. I loved that poem! So sweet!
Lisa your quite the poet friend.. . one of your many talents. Could you curb the enthusiasm though because you are making the rest of us look bad.
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