Making Memories

When you were just a tiny tot

you rolled up in a sheet

I remember when your mom taught you

to dance upon your feet

I remember you performing

on the stage before a crowd

You swirled and took a lively bow

and made them laugh out loud

At three, you sat upon the bench

and much to your delight

your tiny fingers barely reached

the ivories black and white

Right from the start, you played

with heart - your talent grew and grew

Shenandoah's got you now -

That's no surprise - we knew

I think that I'm in heaven

when your fingers stroke the keys

Oh, don't stop now... perhaps somehow

you'll play just one more, please

Let me hear you sing and play -

That's your gift to me

I'll store it in my treasure chest

and write you poetry

You must have always listened

to the rhythm in your head

Now you strum, play the drum

and sing a song instead

Tonight, we'll toast and make a wish

as you turn twenty-one

for health, wealth, happiness

and, oh yes - lots of fun!

So, bat those eyes, flash that smile

Have a glass of wine

Now close your eyes - make a wish

All will be just fine.

Copyright L G Rogers 2015