Happy Birthday Cooper!

Today my youngest son turns 12! I can officially say that he is 12 because it is now after 4:05 pm. Coop likes to be exact! He was our 9 pound, 11 ounce, 21 inches long bundle of joy! (His brother was even bigger!)

Here are some pictures from his impromptu birthday party at our house on Sunday. He wanted a big chocolate chip cookie instead of a cake. Worked for me because it was easy!













I found a poem that I wrote about Cooper when he was a baby and thought I'd share it here.

CLAMORING COOPER

Clamoring Cooper is a very loud boy.
He yells and he yells and he yells at his toys!

He squawks and he shrieks at Sam his big brother,
All the while smiling at his almost deaf mother.

He shouts at his father so that he too might hear,
Even though Daddy is sitting quite near.

He screams while he eats, he roars while he plays.
Clamoring Cooper bellows all day!

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Happy Birthday my little love bug!

My Little Light

I wrote this ten or eleven years ago as I was watching my oldest son sleep. The last line really hits home with me now that he will be starting high school in less than 2 weeks!

MY LITTLE LIGHT

My little light is sleeping,
Extinguished for the night.
Sucking on his blanket,
His “Chipper” gathered tight.

My little light has faded,
Though in dreamland he may play.
Running, jumping, shouting,
As he does throughout his day.

My little light is dim now,
His breathing slow and deep.
If I had a camera,
His tranquility I would keep.

My little light just flickered,
He gave a quiet sigh.
I smile in my contentment,
Oh, too soon our days go by!

Poetry

I was going through some files as I was getting ready for the Greater Philly Christian Writers Conference and found some poems I wrote about 10 years ago. Since I recently vacationed at the beach, I thought I'd post these two.

OCEAN DAYS

The ocean breeze whips my hair

As cool water licks my toes

The sand gives way beneath my feet

While sun beams kiss my nose

PIRATE TREASURE

I carry my bucket in one hand,

My shovel in the other,

Ready to dig for pirate treasure

With my little brother.

We search for jewels and shiny gems,

We mine for silver and gold.

All the while in my pocket

A tattered map I hold.

My brother begs to take a look,

I say I'd rather not.

For all that yellowed paper says is

'X' marks the spot!