My first baby has turned three,
Those few years have flown past,
The many ways he has changed me,
And life just seems to be going too fast.
We celebrated with a family pool party,
In true summer’s fashion,
Balloons, presents and bunting that was arty,
Because swimming is Buba’s summer passion.
It was an emotional day,
Watching my first turn another year old,
Running off without Mommy to play,
No long a baby in my arms to hold.
*Sharing my poem with “Prose for Thought”
Jo Bryan says
Aww a beautiful poem for a special day. Its pretty poignant to see them grow up and away from needing you quite so much.
Thanks Jo. It is such a great thing to watch them growing up. It’s definitely weird to not be needed as much.