Friday, January 9, 2009

An Ode to My Son at 15 Months Old


Tractors in toilets and balls in my shoes,
Cars in the fridge, could it all be from you?

Unrolled toilet paper spread ‘cross the floor,
You’re all the way boy, just looking for more.

You’re into the dog food more than the pets,
That can is full of vitamins, I bet.

You push all the trains then tear up the tracks
It’s demo you love, as a matter of fact.

You have a fake cry that’s terribly sad,
Stealing glances to check if we’ve been had.

You love your big bro’, trail him to all ends
I hope one day you’ll be more than just friends.

That sweet toothy grin sure makes your mom melt
I’m sure no other has felt what I’ve felt.

I hope you seek God who brought you to me
I know that He has great plans, just you see.

A train engineer or a court jester?
A lawyer, doctor, dog food taste tester?

Whatever this life has in store for you
Please give your best because God did for you.

And know that our love will never taper,
As long as you clean up that toilet paper.

6 comments:

Sarah said...

I love it! You are so creative. He'll love it to - when he's 30 or so :)

Laura said...

so cute!

becky said...

awesome!! i love it!

Matt, Carrie and Lucy Allen said...

this is too sweet!

Kellie said...

AWESOME! You're such a good mommy!

~k said...

Hill- you are SO talented!!!

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