Thirteen years is a lot of years of knowing someone, and learning to love them at each step of growing up. It's my grandson Carter's thirteenth birthday today!I’ve written quite a few poems about him through the years, what I call “goodbye” poems because each one is a goodbye to who he was before, no longer a toddler, no longer filling the room with toys, no longer a lap sitter. Yet there are important parts that have remained. He is someone who’s a joy to be with, excited to try new things, helpful, and kind. If you could see him with his two young cousins, you know that he’s a young boy who will grow into a wonderful young man. Here are thirteen ways of looking at Carter and one more poem.
Oops, it’s time. I must depart
from this boy who stole my heart.
Now, he’s looking very tall,
never plays with toys at all.
I remember he used to be
the one that sat and read with me,
and held my hand as we walked along
and listened while I sang him songs.
I also know although he’s grown,
he’s still the little boy I've known.
Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved
Happy Birthday, Carter!