Twenty Days of Comfort: Day 16, "Straw"

After we moved to the St. Louis area in the summer of 2008, it seemed that Jordan was crossing a new Rubicon every week. Today's poem celebrates that moment when--after graduating from his bottle to his sippy cup--Jordan took the grand plunge of drinking from a straw out of an open cup. Never will we forget the smile that creased his face when he succeeded.

Straw

With smiles bright today I'll glow

Another pattern I'll outgrow

Within my drink there stands a straw

I stare at it with reverent awe

And then take in the flow

Cold liquid spills in the burrow

Within my mouth little grotto

And pleasure then aligns my jaw

With smiles bright

This triumph done, my eyes follow

And gaze at Mommy from below

She cheers and gives a fine hurrah

Her love for me--nary a flaw--

Spills onto me, her small hero

With smiles bright.