I see you are growing up
In three years
you will reach the age I was
when I first chipped a tooth
in a playground skirmish

In four years
you will kiss a girl (I hope!)
but, not before
you put worms down her top

The days have passed
like bicycles on the boardwalk
smaller, as they become distant

but still bicycles

Once, you slept on my chest
curled up
your little breaths
painted the room with smiles

your every move a photo

I see you are growing up
into a big brother
man of the house

no longer a baby

I see you are growing up
into a friend

a son to be proud of.

Jay, Great poem, and what a treat for you to watch him grow. I liked the way you mark his years by the events of your own. jhs

Awww...warmth! Could be an answer to Brucefur's ancient "Ma fille", read it!
siren

Jay-enjoyed your poem---hold fast to each moment---children evoke such
emotion--you have captured a special time quite well.

Flashback

I was standing in the kitchen
On just a normal day,
Our house was full of children
Romping around with play.
Suddenly I felt this oddness
And a flashback ran thru my head,
I was one of the children
My mother was me instead.
Our life does fun in cycles
And the memories are deep within
A joyful time spent “yesterday”
Was able to live again.

Lgreen 08/10/02

Lol,
post that independently, lgreen! Great job!
siren

Hi siren..glad to see your posting...I will post separately---the original poem by Jay inspired me--thanks Jay Ell

"bicycles on the boardwalk
smaller, as they become distant

but still bicycles"

Oh boy: what a beautiful image.

Stephen

Jay, Like this also, brought back many memories. I like the way you write. JP

Nicely done, Jay.

Les