Swiftly Flow The Years

How can this be?

Almost six foot, three

A blue cap and gown.

Born eleven pounds, six ounces

Two o'clock feedings and horsey bounces

First smile -- giggle -- words, written down.

After one week in a daycare crib

Realizing the World had told a fib

The briefcase was closed and Mamma stayed home.
Dandelion flowers, dirt piles and skates
Legos, cars, a balloon sale, check-mates
Who would have dreamed how fast he'd be grown?

Compassionate, hard working, friendly and true
They ask, "Is he this way even at home with just you?"
Yes, he's the same -- a real man all the time.
A guinea pig first born child
A lickety split Mother, his Father steady and mild
The prodigy, an objective thinker who spins his truck on a dime.

That first embrace when just a babe

And all the memories that have since been made

Seeds sown -- what a glorious reaping!

Cotton top hair, now brown, too soon grey

One thought on this graduation day

May the Lord continue his keeping.

How can this be?

A blue cap and gown.

Connie Riggs