A poem for my son and recently requested by a friend.

My firstborn, beautiful son
discerning, soft spoken, blue/green eyes.
I smiled when the Doctor said
"it's a boy." Counted fingers and toes
making sure that you had ten of both.

You've brought a lot of joy
and pride as well.
Though I see you at times
in deep thought.
I can almost hear you thinking.
Wrestling with a problem,
turning those bits and
pieces of puzzle to find some meaning.

I hope that you can hear
the silent encouragement, "I know you can do it,
don't give up, there is a solution."
So instead of trying to chase all
those monsters back under the bed
I sit and watch you work it out instead.

I like to hang out and talk to you.
Laughing hysterically, your sense
of humor, bent like mine too.
Creative one, forever my gift.
I love you my child of spring
Now 24, a man and still
always my first born, my son.

ŠJanet Caldwell 2003- 2008