Adam's 11th Birthday by Steve Manick

Eleven years old, and we knew from the start,
Our Adam would grow up so handsome and smart.

He's done with fifth grade and now middle school's here,
It won't be too long 'til he's buying a beer.

Supportive and loyal, and not into trends,
He plays with his sister and hangs with his friends.

He's got all the gadgets and none seem too tough,
It seems two computers just aren't quite enough.

A cell phone he wants and the reasons he'll tout,
To him it's a wonder you could grow up without.

For vacation he'll pack, but his clothes will stay here,
His suitcase is filled with electronic gear.

With dad he will go and do errands all day,
They'll eat and shop hardware, they're two guys at play.

His well thought out questions are frequent and tough,
'Bout science and life, and all kinds of stuff.

His parents will beg him to clean up his room,
But the look is as though he's been sent to his doom.

He's sometimes impatient, he wants something new,
Yet a project for school will wait 'til it's due.

Mom makes him a breakfast, and packs up his lunch,
But a hot dogs are best, or some popcorn to munch.

He's thoughtful and kind, he will make you a card,
Or bring you a drink when you work in the yard.

Celebrating his birthday is always a joy,
You should know by now that we're proud of this boy.