Your legs are stretching longer
each day extra inches are added
as you gallop out of cradle-hood
into the years of boyhood.
I marvel at the speed of time
so fast, you’ve already turned nine
tears prick my eyes in wistful thoughts
as I go back through the years.
Through the years of your babyhood
holding on to mama’s hands
you are always close
hugging and dogging her footsteps.
You, my greatest cheerleader
my fiercely protective one
my loving support
my son and my friend.
You are always quick to notice my looks
never failing to pay heartwarming compliments
“you look beautiful mama, the bestest mother ever,
I love you to the moon and back always,” and indeed you do.
My Chiemerigo – The Lord has won
you are a beautiful child through and through
a generous, kind soul and considerate one
your earnest eyes are eager to help me
and quick to forgive and apologize
My child of promise
you’ve promised me everything under the Sun
your words “I’ll always take care of you, mama,” which are older than your days, never fails to
make my heart expand in love and
makes me wonder at the wisdom bestowed to such a young one
May the arching rainbows of your life remain vivid and bright
may the Lord’s lamp remain at your feet and direct your steps.
His Grace and Mercy shall never depart from you
as you journey through life, the Lord will uphold you.
He will surround you and will remain your right hand.
To my Child of Promise,
your days are blessed.
Today as you turn nine, I give God all the glory.
Happy birthday my boy.
I love you to the moon and back, if not further.