Fifth Birthday (1943)

by LD Kennedy

Minutes turn to hours, hours to days.
Days and years have sped away.
Baby days are forever of the past,
Before me stands a boy at last.

Hair unruly, gone the golden curl,
Gone the chubby face, like a girl.
Strength now seems to beam
From eyes that know a dream.

I dream of the future, bright, clear,
Dream of a courage free from fear.
And my dreams are sharp, alive
For my little boy, just turned five.

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