You were the tallest one in the family,
and proud of it!
Every birthday was a challenge
to see where you landed
on the foot scale.
You topped me at age twelve,
your sister at fourteen, I think.
When you topped your father and brother
you celebrated in grand style.
But this tree looked down on you
and it too stopped having birthdays.
Another event in a tragic season.
Changes, everywhere, all the time
among stars
and grains of sand,
among stars
and grains of sand,
forever imbedding
in our loved ones' hearts.
Happy Birthday, Son.
