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For Violet, on Your Fifth Birthday

by Morgan Stone Grether

Four went out like a lion, breaking your arm

In the process, leaving me hoping for a year


Of lambs. I am so proud of how you coped


With all your pain and never lost your smile


Or sense of humor, you little cherub. I have


No doubt at all you handled every aspect


In a better way than I did, girl,


And I was merely watching. Now


Our whirlwind winter’s passed and springtime sun


Has settled over Portland. Birdsong fills


Our ears, and tulips bloom in every yard.


And you have left behind your “toddler years”


For good now; all that’s gone in a blink of our eyes,


A blink that calendars can somehow say


Was five long years, but felt like nothing more


Than seconds as you’ve laughed and played with us.


The toddler’s gone and left us with someone


Who’s tiny but sophisticated, wild


But wise, rambunctious, joyful. And to that


I say: this change is great; high five, little bird.

Composed: April 2013