My Favorite Things
J. M. Strother

Very quickly time flies, as fleeting as air,
And I reflect back  upon my children so fair.
Now fully appreciate the joys that they bring;
Despite so cleverly being wound like a string.

One day the diapers are replaced by a chair
And she proudly points at what's sitting down there.
“Look what you've done!” I say with a gleam.
“It's absolutely my favorite thing.”

“You've made me a picture! Is it a bear?”
“It's a picture of you”, she cries in despair.
But I hug her close and say with a gleam,
“It's absolutely my favorite thing.”

They hand me a package wrapped up with great flair
Containing a tie that no one should wear.
Yet I look up, and to them both beam,
“It's absolutely my favorite thing.”

As they grow older, they shop with more care
Looking for tools, to help make repairs.
Despite being metric, I practically sing,
“It's absolutely my favorite thing.”

They study at school, under teacher's stern glare,
Awaiting report cards, with a hope and a prayer.
“All A's and B's!” I boast with a gleam,
“These are absolutely my favorite things.”
 
Then the time comes for cap upon hair,
And long black gowns; the band's solemn blare.
Sitting in stands, my wife and I beam.
These are absolutely our favorite things.

Sorry, I took liberties with the rhymes. 'Thing' and 'gleam' don't quite rhyme, but they seemed right somehow.

Next title: Moonlight On Water
Don't forget the first word should rhyme with the last word of the previous poem.
Have fun!

~jon
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~jon
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