12th Birthday
While cleaning out my kitchen this past weekend (a miracle in of itself), I found the poem I wrote for Noah’s 12th birthday and read to him in home room at his school. (He also got one when he turned 11 and 13 too.) This is a kid who says I can never embarrass him and so far I haven’t. Unlike most 13 year old boys – he’s 13 now – he kisses me on my cheek and gives me hugs in front of all of his friends and reminds me that he loves me, and all without blushing!
Happy Birthday to my sweet boy
(Noah that is)
First a disclaimer:
This poem will be short
And won’t rhyme – all the time
In fact, I’m barely awake
I’m still recovering from baking all these cupcakes
What can I say about Noah?
He isn’t shy.
He still kisses his mom and dad goodbye.
Who knows what his favorite sport is?
(Basketball)
Duh! Holla!
He loves to read about Greek mythology
Hey! We’re just happy he can read.
He brushes his teeth. He showers on a regular basis.
For these things, we are thankful.
He loves Indian food, my potato soup and grilled cheese
He mostly uses good manners
Saying thank you and please
(Please was all I could get to rhyme with cheese)
This poem is winding down
But not until I remind
Just like I did last year if you recall
I’m Noah’s number one fan!
