The first time I saw. . .The piece should be exactly 38 words, and all words must be one syllable each.
The first time I saw you, I fell hard.
Big feet, red face, head cone shaped.
You were just right.
Now here you are ...
Huge feet, peach fuzz, your dad’s bowed legs.
You are just right.
My son.
As my first born turns 14 this week, I wonder what happened to that chubby little boy who arrived on his due date (albeit after 24 hours of labor). Now he's all legs and I can count his ribs. Sigh. In a flash, I went from picking him up to looking up at him.
Fortunately, he hasn't completely changed ...
