A dozen years

praise poem

Feb 10, 2025

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           A Dozen Years (to Brindsley) 


tomorrow is twelve, our extraordinary son 
notebooks full of tales and miles to run 
each story you write opens a door 
to adventures— never seen before
your feet carry you swift and free 
while your mind dreams of all you can be

stacks of books on your bedroom floor
turning pages we see you soar
bricks of LEGO beneath your hands 
transform into faraway lands
your play brings magic to each day,
as your imagination leads the way

stories and jokes fill us with joy
it’s fun to be around a curious boy
keep asking questions, don’t hold back
who’s one of your favorite singers?— Toby Mac 
stuff animals take over your bed 
they all have names, this one’s Fred

climbing trees even the spruce 
you go outside without an excuse 
sledding, skiing, and snow football 
winter months, you have a ball 
brother, runner, writer too 
we always wanted a son just like you

your gifts from God are shining bright 
please, please don’t hide your light 
so blow out your candles while we say 
Happy Happy Birthday, Brindsley—
and please don’t forget…
we love you not because of all you do
but because you… are YOU

Wonderful to write with you Gary, Leigh, Julie, and Linda. Thank you.

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