For you.....Garth

Magical Disapearing Act.
(I am no poet, so I'm borrowing this from my poet friend Lisa O.)

where o where has my little babe gone?
i've looked in the cradle,
i've searched all day long.

he's disappeared i tell you,
nowhere in sight.
my infant has vanished,
can you sense my plight?

that baby who cuddled,
and kicked, and cooed.
is replaced by a toddler,
another small person in my brood.

you see, i'm poetic--
he's not gone, per se.
he just had a birthday
and he's "one" today.

as if this sweet little cherub
could sense a coming change--
as if he knew he was older
his abilities he did rearrange.

no more sitting idly by,
why, first steps were taken.
he learned "thumbs up" and
said "ball" and, well, i was mistaken

that my baby would stay
and always remain.
that just once one wouldn't change--
just continue the same.

change is constant.
we learn that at birth.
God wants us to change,
to refine while on earth.

so, i'll let him keep changing.
i guess it's okay.
for the other ones did--
and they're better each day.

disappeared, that small baby,
the one not yet "one",
but how pleased i can feel
that the magic lives on.

magic, like change,
is constant you see.
it's the marvelous presence
of possibility.

so change and grow
my magician, my doll.
i've got photos and memories
to keep you small.