On your day it's snowing,
wet and pale like your first moment,
all wide-mouthed and noise and glistening
So small, your tottering form
has never been enough to contain
all that spirit and raucous laughing
It's more than a little paradoxical.
Except smallness you will outgrow,
and still you'll enliven me,
quicken my purpose and intentions,
and it's surely a wonder
how you smile
your three-year even-toothed grin that
since you first looked up
those opal eyes into mine.
Happy Birthday Orion. You inspire me.