Nolan at 2

I plan to write a poem each year on my grandson's birthday - here's this year's:


Nolan at 2

He greets us as we come in
with extravagant joy
"Yeah, Yeah," he says
as if he can't think of anything better
than us, coming through the door.

He has a big smile, sparkling eyes,
and a brand new haircut
- all his blond curls gone -
the hair carefully shaped to his head,
instantly aging him from baby to big boy.

We give him Batman, Superman and Spiderman,
small figures that just fit his hands,
and feed his new-found super hero passion.
He hops impatiently while his Dad
pulls them out of the packaging.
He doesn't want to open any other gifts.

We settle down with chocolate cake
and vanilla ice cream melting on the side,
while Batman and Superman fly among us
side-by-side, ever vigilant,
powered by 2-year-old magic.