Our oldest child turned 13 last week. We now have a teenager. Ive been trying to process all that it means.
I wrote this poem for him.
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Son, I hope this year is the longest for you,
And I hope the next several drag on too.
I hope January lasts 90 days
And we keep growing in loving ways
I hope this spring never ends
And keeps making us the best of friends
I hope the summer sun never sets
While we make memories with few regrets
Walks and runs, battles with nerf guns.
Camping and hikes. Long rides on bikes.
Swimming & slides. Long car rides.
Legos and Xbox. At the creek skipping rocks.
Mowing grass and summer money.
Making laughs and being funny.
Memorizing Scripture. You and me.
In the Bible. Like a tree!
Time, slow down. Please slow down.
I’m trying my best to keep him around.
Son, I hope this year is the longest for you,
And I hope the next several drag on too.
For I am not ready to let you go,
With all my heart, I love you so.
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2 responses to “a poem to my teenager”
Lindo poema, como dice la tía Lu, debes enmarcarlo. El tiempo pasa pero tienes lindos recuerdos con todos tus hijitos. Dios les bendiga.
That is precious J. J. I am sure you will cherish it forever. You have a very loving and caring Dad. So wherever you go in life always remember what he wrote when you were 13..