Wednesday, December 14, 2011

A Poem for Bird


when you were just one
you were still much too young
for us to foresee
just whom you'd become

smart as a whip
and lovely and sweet
the girl who makes anyone
happy to meet

would you love candy and cake
and big bowls of beans?
and eat big yellow peppers
and hate vegetables green?

now that you're 12
we can see for ourselves
that you're all these and more
you've turned out just swell