13 years since you entered the world A little golden raisin The doctor exclaiming how well developed you were It was clear from the first belting scream You'd be a force to be reckoned with (May this carry you through) And so happy was your belly giggle and sweet singing to yourself in your crib Long sessions of puddle stomping and painting with food There was no holding you back the first day of school (parting the sea of sobbing toddlers clinging to their parents) Shouting gleefully, Let me go to school! Once there, you were not at on board with sharing the number one spot in line or sitting still for circle time. And now you spin lines and color Drawing is your meditation And forging into a new world the strange hinterland before adulthood Craving freedom without responsibility (who doesn't?) And we stand proud and nervous honing that same instinct that had our arms outstretched, at the ready when you randomly jumped off the jungle jim...your little body 6 feet from the ground.