Ems' Golden Birthday

Dearest Ems,

I can’t believe my youngest child is really twenty-seven. It seems as though twas weeks ago that you just turned eleven.

I do remember, oh so well, that Thursday of your birth

One day late, but things turned out great that day you came to Earth

At first, you see, it was just we three – you, your father and mother

Then welcomed here by sisters dear and two quite rowdy brothers.

You’d not much hair, and gathered there were grandparents to view

An added plus, you didn’t fuss, just slept the whole day through

I’d learned by then, time and again, that babies grow up so fast.

I cuddled you and wondered, too, if you would be my last

At four and a half, you made us laugh, as often times you did

Saying you “used to be a baby . . . and then you turned a kid”

As a rule, you did well in school, your teachers would praise away

That you were bright and mostly polite, a pleasure to teach they’d say

As questions were asked, you were right on task, but became a little riled

You’d be ready to burst, and thought it the worst, if they called on another child!

True to stock, you love to talk, and chattering you would do

You also started growing and you grew and grew and grew.

Involved in sports, and a leader of sorts, you were busy as you could be

I barely survived until you could drive, which finally set me free.

Then off you’d go with friends in tow, you were always in a hurry

But you set your sight on doing what’s right, so we never had to worry

Through high school days, your college faze, your mission - for ‘goodness’ sake

Then you bought a house, and sought a spouse, you finally found your Jake.

So on this day, I need to say, I really felt beholden

A special rhyme, comes only one time, and that’s because it’s Golden!

Happy Birthday!!!

love, Mom