My grandson, Quinn, is celebrating his birthday in two weeks. Here is the poem I wrote for him last year. I’m beginning his new poem today. I wrote about this tradition in an earlier post. I know this is cheating; I wrote this poem a year ago, but I am using it for inspiration. Last year my husband and I were on call to collect Quinn from school when neither parent could without shuffling a million things. We were happy to do it, of course, but the big pay off came when Quinn would see us. He was always so thrilled we were there!
I patterned the poem after the introduction to the old TV series “Superman.” Anyone out there remember the spiel? (Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. “Look up in the air. It’s a bird, it’s a plane. It’s Superman. Superman, who can change to course of mighty rivers, bend steel in his bare hands, and who, disguised as Clark Kent, a mild mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice, and the American Way!”
Quinn’s Uncle Brian calls him “The Mighty Quinn,” after the song of the same name. So, I used that title.
Quinn “The Mighty”
Faster than a speeding bullet:
The mighty Quinn
Bursts through the school doors,
Yelling, “Pop-Pop, Pop-Pop
I’m glad you’re here!”
More Powerful than a locomotive:
The Mighty Quinn
Pushes his way into our hearts
Spouting witticisms, questioning,
Listening, being himself.
Able to leap short Mom-Moms in a single bound:
The Mighty Quinn
Jumps into my arms
To greet me with hugs and kisses
Every time I come to visit.
Quinn, Who can change a gloomy day
Into a bright one.
Quinn, Who can invent rules for
Any game he’s playing,
And who, disguised as a First-grader,
Is a never-ending source of joy to all of us.