Jonah

I love you my child
You were born to be wild
You popped your balloon
Then quickly smiled.  

Your very first word was ball
You pointed to every circle you saw
Ball, ball, ball, ball 
on the wall, down the hall
The only thing you said at all

Then it was tractor trailers and trucks
Bullets, guns and four point bucks
You were climbing the walls as I went nuts
A quick little kid, leaving trails of dust

You were quick to walk and quick to talk
You quickly mastered what was taught
You were quick to do things on your own
It should be no surprise, how quick you've grown

But I miss the days when you were small
Saying uh oh when you would fall
Tripping on my heels, down the hall
Every moment shared, I miss it all
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Adams Avatar
August 8, 2017 at 3:11 PM
I love this poem! Great rhyme and endearing story. Great job! I'm looking forward to reading more.... rPat 8o]
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August 7, 2017 at 2:50 AM
How all very lovely this is, Anna - it really is! You can tell from the very first line this charming little poem has been inspired by a mothers love...so very endearing. You have penned an elegant piece of verse! My best regards. :) john
Roper Avatar
August 5, 2017 at 3:23 AM
This is so nice, Anna, they do grow up to fast... :)
Pett Avatar
July 29, 2017 at 10:22 AM
Well written Anna, they do grow so fast but leave some wonderful memories, a joy to read. :))
Allison Avatar
July 28, 2017 at 7:07 PM
aww what wonderful memories Anna ... they grow all too quickly and my son has now flown the nest... my son's first word was dada then it was ladder and he was obsessed with them when we went out walking lol:-) hugs Jan xx
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