This is Ben.
Today he is ten.
Yesterday he was nine.
And that was just fine.
But now he is older by a bit
And at the adult table he likes to sit.
He tells funny jokes once and while
And leaves his clothes in his room, on the floor, in a pile.
He sleeps on the top bunk
But he is not a punk.
He would eat Five Guys burgers every day
But his mother (me) says “No way!”
Legos are absolutely still his fave
About them he continues to rave
He loves his hamster to the moon and back
and feeding her treats, on that he does not slack.
He has started a karate class
and he could probably kick my A$$
(i know, family-friendly poem, sorry)
He’s loves to write and draw
and because of this I say “awww”
Fart jokes are hilarious to him
Go Ahead! Fill his chocolate milk cup to the brim!
He now likes Star Wars movies, oh yes
And he hides candy wrappers under the couch cushions.
Oh wait, that doesn’t rhyme. This is hard.
Yes, that’s right, my “Benja Wenja” is Ten tonight!
(well actually by this afternoon since he was born at 1:32 p.m.)
p.s. the “middle school” girls at his school already like him. I’m in so much trouble…
(mostly just for typing that. LOL.)
I love YOU to the moon and back, Benjamin. You light up my world with those blue eyes and that mega-watt smile and you hold my Momma heart forever and ever and ever. I am so, SO glad God gave you to me a decade ago. Love, “Mom”