Poetry
Hello Everyone,
Here is a poem that my sister wrote for Alex's birthday on March 13. When she read it to him, he turned bright red. On each child's birthday, there is a feature poster that highlights the special qualities. My sister thought it would be cute to have the poem read by the teacher to the whole class. George and Sid agreed that it would be absolutely humiliating. But if parents can't embarass their children, what fun is it?? Just kidding.
Well as an objective aunt, I can verify that everything in the poem is true.
Enjoy!!!
Eight Years Ago
During a cold spell in March eight years ago, a baby was born in a city still covered in three feet of snow.
It took nine long months for him to be here but he came and we smiled from ear to ear. “Look at that tuft of brown hair on his head!†the father said when he first his son.
“And his lips and his cheeks are really quite red!†Mother said.
He didn’t cry like most babies do, but with the doctor’s pat-pat on the back, their wishes came true. Now the baby with the brown tuft of hair at the top of his head, with his cheeks and his lips a very deep red, he let out a wail that many days later was said could he heard from here all the way to their granddad’s homestead!
That baby named Alex who was born years ago is now a young man, you must get to know.
With his trucks and his planes, and his cars and his trains, Alex makes up amazing fun games.
He especially loves bugs, we all know too well. He would rather look at bugs than run to Mom for hugs.
Thanks to his big sister Nina who helps Alex read, Alex likes books, and now takes the lead. He picks out the book with a thrill in his voice, and together they read the books of his choice.
We love Alex’s laugh and his funny little giggles; to hear more of the, we tell Alex: “It’s time for more tickles!!â€
We love our little boy who brings us so much joy and we love our little girl who’s precious like a pearl.
Here is a poem that my sister wrote for Alex's birthday on March 13. When she read it to him, he turned bright red. On each child's birthday, there is a feature poster that highlights the special qualities. My sister thought it would be cute to have the poem read by the teacher to the whole class. George and Sid agreed that it would be absolutely humiliating. But if parents can't embarass their children, what fun is it?? Just kidding.
Well as an objective aunt, I can verify that everything in the poem is true.
Enjoy!!!
Eight Years Ago
During a cold spell in March eight years ago, a baby was born in a city still covered in three feet of snow.
It took nine long months for him to be here but he came and we smiled from ear to ear. “Look at that tuft of brown hair on his head!†the father said when he first his son.
“And his lips and his cheeks are really quite red!†Mother said.
He didn’t cry like most babies do, but with the doctor’s pat-pat on the back, their wishes came true. Now the baby with the brown tuft of hair at the top of his head, with his cheeks and his lips a very deep red, he let out a wail that many days later was said could he heard from here all the way to their granddad’s homestead!
That baby named Alex who was born years ago is now a young man, you must get to know.
With his trucks and his planes, and his cars and his trains, Alex makes up amazing fun games.
He especially loves bugs, we all know too well. He would rather look at bugs than run to Mom for hugs.
Thanks to his big sister Nina who helps Alex read, Alex likes books, and now takes the lead. He picks out the book with a thrill in his voice, and together they read the books of his choice.
We love Alex’s laugh and his funny little giggles; to hear more of the, we tell Alex: “It’s time for more tickles!!â€
We love our little boy who brings us so much joy and we love our little girl who’s precious like a pearl.
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