Happy Birthday
to my nephew who's 4
who's high whiney voice
I've come to adore.
With one hundred and one questions
he asks without stopping
by the hundred and second
I'm sure dead I'll be dropping.
Beautiful brown skin
covers this tot
and though you may think it
hispanic, he's not.
He asks me for fruit snacks
and when I have none
he looks for himself
to see no lying's been done.
When his voice gets too shrill
we all become tencer
I love you so much
Happy Birthday, dear SPENCER!!!
4 comments:
These poems are awesome Lisa!
I feel like such a lame mom with my 'lists' and slideshows when you pop out poetry like nobody's business! Thanks for capturing some of my son's 'uniquenesses'!
You are so good at that! And I can't get enough of your character comparisons!
P.S. I love that picture of you and Steve.
You have hidden talents! I am calling you when I need to make up my next years' family christmas card!
I love the "making baby" post below! Funny!
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