Today’s my son’s birthday (20th September), Umaru Sannoh And it sends me reeling back; His life was just a question mark, A code I’d have to crack. There were no clues to who he’d be – How cute or smart or charming, Or whether there might lurk a problem, Possibly alarming. I didn’t know what aptitudes Were tucked away, unbidden, Just waiting for the chance to sprout From where they nestled, hidden. I can’t remember if I’d thought Of how he might excel – And if I didn’t, I suppose It’s really just as well. For progeny surprise us – They unfurl like shiny leaves; And as they grow, we marvel at The tricks kept up their sleeves. And what’s revealed may differ from Our notions, pre-conceived; But often, we’re in awe of what They’ve cleverly achieved. My son’s sharp and funny And he singing steals the show, Several pieces of the puzzle That I pondered long ago.
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 15:48:08 +0000
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