Adam's 8th Birthday by Steve Manick

The time seems so short since Adam entered our clan,
Eight years have gone by and our boy's a young man.

He likes playing soccer, swims all summer long,
Playing catch with a baseball, this kid is so strong.

He loves making magic, performing his tricks,
And doing taekwando, with punches and kicks.

And Adam loves school, he'll be starting grade three,
But what he loves most are the days he is free.

He plays with his sister, she follows his lead,
They laugh and they tumble, they're two of a breed.

With an innocence left but a wisdom unfurled,
It's a difficult task making sense of this world.

He eats with a gusto, with each growing spurt,
But the question that's constant is "what's for dessert?"

At times it appears Adam's deep in a trance,
Then we notice he's playing his Gameboy Advance.

He reads books in bed till we tell him "lights out,"
An attempt to read longer is never in doubt.

It's science he loves, working late many nights,
Electronic kits built with motors and lights.

He emulates dad nearly all the day through,
If dad doesn't do it then Adam won't too.

Eight years have now passed and he's gotten so far,
In eight more he'll be asking for the keys to the car.

So we've a reason to gather and all celebrate,
Cause it's Adam's birthday and we all think he's great.