Birthday Boy, wake up!
Bus will be here soon… the school bus doesn’t wait, you know!
Birthday Boy, we know you’re tired – you always are!
Because it’s school day, and any excuse to miss school is a good one on your book!
Beloved Son, you’re older today…
Born to be wild, you definitely are!
Born Washingtonian, as you like to remind us… far from your mom’s home country,
But you carry Brazil in your heart: your soccer moves don’t deny your genes, your passion, your
Birthday Boy, breakfast is ready… and so should be you!
Birthday Boy, you’re 8!
Biking away from home,
Believing you can conquer the world with your fast wheels… you’re still my baby, though… and will likely remain so…
Battle the mothers, that’s their fault! Can’t they see their little boys are growing?
Become a man, you will… one day…
But not today… Today you’re simply my adorable
Birthday Boy… 😮
Inspired by one of this week’s Daily Prompt
11 thoughts on “Fearful Symmetry: Birthday Boy.”
Yes he’ll always be your baby even when he’s six inches taller than you 🙂
I’m sure… it’s wonderful, and yet, scary… at least for me, right now, when I look at his face, his little hands… 😮
This is a lovely poem – I really enjoyed it. Tess
Thank you very much, Tess… maybe simply inspired by WP’s ‘fearful symmetry’… 😮 Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read thru it – much appreciated!
My pleasure …
omg, 8 already!! he’s adorable, happy wishes to him, may he lead a wonderful life! we love and miss him.
Obrigada, Priscila! Beijos nos seus dois meninos! 😮
Como está o Cesar? nossa 8 anos ele tá ficando velho!!! me lembro dele tão redondinho no meu colo la em fortaleza com 10 meses de idade!
Vão estar em casa hoje a noite ou amanhã? podíamos fazer um skype!
estamos aqui, sim! e o Skype ta ligado! Beijos!
my pleasure to share! 😮