Liam is Twelve!

Child of wonder Child of light

Child of freckled beauty bright

Ever growing never slowing

Crack us up with comic might

 

You don’t seem twelve.

You’re much more eight

A mother’s wish To recreate

The little boy she loves so much

And keep him near to see and touch

 

But boys grow up. Too soon they’re tall

It’s hard for Moms to grasp, that’s all.

You’re still you. You’re still in there

Towhead babe or young man fair

We’re proud of you, all you’ve become

You have yet to add the sum

Of baby, toddler, boy and man

The math is hard; we know you can.

 Happy birthday, Liam dear

You’ve come so far! Another year

To thrive and grow and light our lives

With grace and wit and sayings sly.

 

My boy likes pie.