Max Growing Up

I remember the frst time I ever met Max,
A baby with curls of red hair.
He seemed very small then, and when he was sleeping
You hardly could tell he was there.

Then as the years passed, he got a bit bigger,
Husky, just like his dad.
He walked with authority, clearly a strong boy,
Starting to look like a lad.

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Someday he’ll grow up, then start his own life,
Set to go out in the land.
But I’ll still remember when Max was much smaller,
Even though he’ll be a man.

The next time I saw Max, he wasn’t too old then,
Starting to run and to climb.
He’d jump on his scooter and speed down the sidewalk
With Mon and Dad running behind

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Last week he came visiting; they flew in from Denver.
Now he’s the oldest of three.
His sister’s protector and young Will’s big brother.
At six he’s much bigger, I see.

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