God's Gift

Going ‘round about, up and down, Always crawling out of bounds, Big brown eyes, tiny pink feet, Great big smiles, without any teeth. Giggles and grins rule his day, Play with me mommy his face seems to say. My joy, my dreams; bouncing on my knee, I thank the Lord daily for His gift to me. A gift so small, so precious and sweet, A son of my own to raise and to teach. Crawling at five, walking at nine, Each month flies by, as does the time. Learning quickly, he passes my expectations, I am soon exhausted; he is my recreation. Kindergarten and middle school, they fly by too fast, Legos and Tonka trucks become toys of his past. Taller than me now and soon on his own way, Video games and computers are his choices for the day. I realize soon he will depart; fond memories and sadness fill my heart, Dreams of his own lead him on his way. Keep him safe Lord. Daily I pray.