Heeney Hiny
Was Teeney Tiny
back when you were small.
She never grows said Uncle
but you were at my elbow
last visit
today you’re eleven
Over the phone we talk
teen cousins,
how they won’t play
and I say
enjoy your last bit of childhood
soon you may be
a moody teen too.
(I remember my girls
How it went in a blink
from Stay in my room
I’ll be him, you be her
Now it’s Get off,
Get out.)
Hold on to eleven
and Happy Birthday
Miss Myra