A Sonnet to Aaron on His Fifth Birthday
It seemed the sun in her ecstatic round
On this special twenty-first of May,
Leaping the heavens like a fiery hound
Paused to give her blessings for the day.
In a bright morn of wonder touched with joy
Awaking from the depths of dream I heard
The lilting childlike laughter of a boy
And in my heart a faint remembrance stirred,
Of burning youth so eager to explore
The marvels and the mysteries of earth,
Running through the future's open door
In the unending miracle of birth.
Aaron first among the godlike race
Accept my salutation and embrace.
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