The birthday

How does this come up up year after year

And surprise me?

I mean, my son has gotten taller.

Above me, he slowly creeps.

How is it that a year can go by so fast

Then I think of all the memories

So much fun in a year

As we put it in the past.

How can this little baby

Who once kept me up all night,

Now walk out the door with a slow stride,

A grown up smile as I write?

Time marches on as he proudly exclaims

Today I'm getting old,

When in my mind I think

Oh I'll explain age if you want me to be bold.

But I let him celebrate

I mean, that's the fun part of being a child

As I freak about time passing too quickly

As behind the cake I smiled.