Littlest son, eight months ago
We hadn’t met you yet.
Today you stood yourself up
And used the step stool for a walker.
You stood more than you sat or crawled.
(Once you lay on the floor, head and shoulders
Out the open door and grabbed a rock.)
I know you want to be like your brothers.
You watch them with large eyes.
They are good examples and teach you well.
But I will miss the little bright-eyed
Crawler, smiling as he zips towards
His brothers’ games, intent on interaction.
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