His imagination, hardly fallow,
Sky is the limit, in his mind,
In self pity he doesn’t wallow,
Vocal he is about his find.
All of four years, he is today,
A fine young man, he is now,
Breaking milestones, along his way,
With his skills, he continues to wow!
Every day, a new beginning,
New heights, he seeks to scale,
He settles down for a long inning,
Accomplishments shall prevail!
You know who you are, little one... :)
This must be about a special little person in your life. I can feel the love and pride in your words.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
somebody's growing and exploring life. sounds like you're very close. have a great day.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words.
ReplyDeletebabies and toddlers are amazing!
ReplyDeleteYup, seems like an awesome person. The words describe him/her so well
ReplyDeleteGreat description of growth - at any age!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a sweet and endearing poem...he sounds like a very special little human being! :~)
ReplyDeleteThe world becomes new and magical again when you take a walk with a four-year-old. Every crack in the sidewalk, every roly-poly bug, every spider web... every thing is worth exploring.
ReplyDeleteFirst stanza speaks volumes about this fine young man.You must be real proud and wish him the best for the long innings filled with accomplishments!
ReplyDeleteSimply loved the rhyme in this write.
It's a great age to be! Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThis was the sweetest poem! My little guy will be four at the end of December... I could especially relate to "vocal he is about his find" LOL.
ReplyDeleteThis was great!
A little person who required a big poem. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI like that voice!
ReplyDeleteget that card for me