A Birthday Alphabet for Christopher
Amazing little (not-so-little!)
Every day an adventure
Flung into the future, you
Gallop ahead of me, but
Hate to be pushed.
I marvel at your
Joy in the work of your hands.
Knights, monsters, robots, villains -- crafted of
Legos, of drawings, of words --
Multiply across the
Never-empty space of your room --
Of your mind.
Quiet for a moment,
Suddenly, you're a
Tempest of giggles, shouts, tears, silliness.
Unbelievable, unfathomable, unstoppable.
Violin, voice, piano, laughter -- so many
Ways you fill our lives with your
You, my son, are the
Zenith of my days.