BUBBY

This poem my sister Hannah (16) wrote for me from my point of view about Taygen. She is an amazing writer and has had two of her poems published in books recently. In case you're wondering why it's called Bubby, I don't know why but, I've always called Taygen that. It's a nickname that has no meaning but, totally stuck. Thank you Hannah, I love this poem so much.



A rumble, tumble ball of energy,
my precious little Bubby.
Such a beautiful face,
I would die if it were marred.
The biggest blue eyes ever seen
by our kind here on earth.
Such a valiant and strong spirit
who waited so long,
watching over me while I found my way
down the crooked path until he could
grace my life with his smile.
I don't deserve his touch
or his precious little fingers.
I can't explain in mere words
this overwhelming feeling that washes through
my entire body when I think of him
and his beautiful, powerful and soldier-like spirit.
Wonder pounds through my heart
as I tickle his pink toes,
and kiss his incredible eyes.
I realize that he is mine.
My body created his;
a part of me shines through his eyes.
He is as sunshine through my cloud-filled life,
filtering down on all who see.
I can feel his sense of humor,
even in his young age.
A boy in armor already,
willing to fight for his Savior.
He made me cry while he was still inside me
when I saw the pictures of missionaries
going out to stand for their Lord.
I could feel his powerful spirit waiting to do His work.
Serious and strong,
ready to learn so much all at once.
He can't move or touch or look fast enough.
He can't wait for the adventures
that surely await him.
There is just not enough time.
He can't sleep long.
There is too much to learn and do.
He loves and adores those around him,
and everyone who knows him
loves every bit of him.