Ten Months

Your tenth month on earth
Growing like a weed
So small at your birth
Just like a seed
At first barely a sprout
Now like a sapling
You crawl all about
Giggling and babbling
Such a beautiful sight
Making sounds like a truck
Watching you is a delight
Though when you bite and buck
It is hard to be mad to long
When you cry at the scolding
Even if what you did was wrong
Every day is a day for molding
So you can become that man
That you want to be
To take your stand
And set yourself free

By Joshua Bradford

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