To My First Born: My Valentine

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A Valentine’s Day Poem to my Almost One-Year-Old:

Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
Almost a year ago,
you made your debut.
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It was over a week
after the date you were due.
Dark lashes, blue eyes,
and skin so brand-new.
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We thought we had prepared,
but alas had no clue.
Grandparents struggling to pick their new names;
somehow your grandma chose “Boo”?
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Frustrated so long at just hearing you cry,
we laughed with delight upon your first coo.
And we never knew babies could produce
so. much. poo.
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Weekly, then monthly, check-ups,
and shots to prevent flu.
We survived the first three months,
sighing with a collective “phew.”
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Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
Trying mashed peas and carrots,
then Mum Mums to learn how to chew.
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Bibs, and rags, and changes of clothes too;
ever-prepared for the inevitable post-meal spew.
Bugs, colds, and viruses,
we tried desperately to eschew.
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Six months was big;
lots of firsts and breakthroughs.
Sitting up, crawling,
cruising the furniture too.
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Packing up clothes,
you already outgrew.
Suddenly nine months;
my, how the time then flew.
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Still struggling to change your diaper,
while you practice kung-fu.
Your mama still rocking some baby weight,
not quite ready to trash her muumuu.
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Trips to the aquarium, museum,
babysitters to interview.
Playdates, parties, and school,
so young with so much to do.
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Now that you’re almost one,
your dad and I pause to review.
You are our beautiful Valentine,
too good to be true.
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Our hearts are so full,
all because of you.
Never doubt we love you,
completely, through and through.