Happy Birthday, Topher!

One wintery day in December,

Just a day before Christmas Eve,

Got a call at my desk in the office,

“We’re having a baby”, said he!”

A race down the freeway to get there,

Might as well have taken my time,

Hours passed by before baby,

Decided to join us—and in the meantime,

Clear skies, though cold, became stormy,

Inside, we were waiting, unaware,

Of the fluffy white flakes that were falling,

The suspense, almost too great to bear.

It’s true that a baby was coming,

None too soon, was, I expect the mother’s view,

First-time grandparents in the making,

How to do that? We hadn’t a clue!

A long night finally became morning,

He’d arrived sometime before midnight,

Snuggled down in a red Christmas stocking,

Ten fingers and toes, a pure delight.

That first sight of the beautiful landscape,

All white and buried in drifted snow,

Raised questions… how we would ever,

Get home. With 4-wheeler help, still touch and go.

Such a beautiful, fresh, new spirit,

Though he cried all that first night at home,

How lucky was I, as his grandma,

Moments to rock, sing lullaby poems.

Two decades have passed, plus four more years,

His talents and interests are many,

Loves reading and writing-that may top his list,

Of fav-rites.  Adventures? He’s had plenty!

From Christopher William South he became,

“Topher” right from the beginning.

Everyone knows him as such--it fits him,

He can add, “College Grad”, in the spring!

Super heroes? He has his favorites,

If all things were Pixar, that would suite him,

A swimmer, a biker, lifetime fitness his passion,

A debater, a talker who knows his English “im”s (synonym, pseudonym, antonym and so on)!

A self-taught musician--thanks Internet!

Birthday wishes 12-23-12,

Starting his century quarter year marker,

 Saying Happy Birthday, my singing I’ll shelve.