By: Zach Magaw
Bringing home a newborn is like no other feeling,
A chubby bundle of joy has entered one’s life,
With a personality like no other.
The development process has begun,
Hardship in the near future looming,
The beginning can seem unbearable.
The smell of fecal matter overwhelming,
The disobedience, naughty incidences,
Potty training is like pulling teeth.
No two developing at the same rate,
The learning process continues,
As slow as molasses.
One year of growth may seem like seven,
But don’t blink,
Time flies like a fighter jet in the sky.
The challenge proves to be rewarding,
A good boy will emerge,
Bringing light and joy to the world.
Formed from guidance,
Making their own footprint,
What seemed like forever.
Really hasn’t been that long,
A final product has surfaced,
Ready to meet the world.
Don’t forget to smell the roses,
What was once a newborn in your arms,
Has gradually become mighty and mature.
Ready to leave those loving arms,
To start a new chapter,
Reminiscence helps move forward,
To the unknown that the future has in store for us.