Twenty-nine Poems

1
Born in the morning
The sun appeared in the east
And you gasped for air

2
Wrapped in a blanket
Held close to your mother’s breast
Everyone was there

3
Beautiful baby
We each had our own visions
As to what you’d be

4
My dad saw you as
A football player with hands
That could catch a comet

5
My mom saw you as
The perfect husband with hands
Gentle and loving

6
Grandpa saw you as
A great chess player with hands
Making the right moves

7
Grandma saw you as
An entrepreneur with hands
That ensured success

8
Your mom saw you as
The perfect little child
Honest and sincere

9
Your dad saw you as
A chip off the old block who
Was better than him

10
Much to live up to
In the brief blink of an eye
That we all call life

11
It starts with diapers
And onesies and baby food
They call it square one

12
It’s hard to believe
This little creature will grow
To become a man

13
Adulthood is the
Last thing you think of when you
Gaze at your baby

14
You think about toys
Bicycles and balls and bats
And grass stains on knees

15
All of a sudden
Hair sprouts in those queer places
And the voice changes

16
Now you have all your
Own ideas and opinions
A baby no more

17
With one’s adulthood
Come complex problems and strife
Goodbye to yo-yos

18
I lament each day
It’s a shame you had to grow
Into a young man

19
I look back to the
Days when the only things that
Mattered were easy

20
Whether or not a
Yo-yo slept or whether there
Was air your tires

21
Because that’s all that
Counted in your young life you
Lucky little boy

22
Now you’re looking for
A therapist’s couch or the
Latest self-help book

23
You look up to me
God knows why because I’m as
Confused as you are

24
Welcome to the life
Of an adult in this world
Childhood be gone

25
I have a clue
Of what life is all about
But only a clue

26
But it’s not so bad
This challenge of growing up
Learning how to live

27
It’s sad but it’s the
Way things must be for us and
Our lives do go on

28
Meanwhile another
Baby makes its grand entrance
It’s gasping for air

29
Wrapped in a blanket
Held close to its mother’s breast
Everyone is there