Ode to Chloe

 

Little Chloe, six months old

Now your journey will unfold

I’ll be gone when you grow tall

Hang my picture on your wall

 

As a tot you’ll run around

Squealing at the things you’ve found

Toads and worms and robin eggs

Moths and spiders with eight legs

 

I’ll be here when you’re a tot

Gambol naked, laugh a lot

 

As a teen you’ll swing and sway

Making boys look back your way

Never mind them, turn your head

Paint your lips not too bright red

 

I’ll be gone when you’re a teen

Wearing shorts and skinny jeans

 

As a woman, sassy bold

Confident beyond the mould

Find your strength inside yourself

Walk through life a green-clad elf

 

I’ll be gone when you leave the nest

Parents suffering much unrest

 

There on the wall I’ll always be

Seeing you, looking at me

 

From Your Great Grandfather, age 83

Irvin J Kroeker

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