The Birthday Wall (Children) Poem by Cj Heck

In Daddy's bedroom down the hall,
there's a special place, The Birthday Wall.
Every year about this time,
he hugs me then he draws my line.

We look at where I used to be
when I was small and only three.
Much higher, then, the one for four,
then five, then six, and now one more.

On the wall two names I see,
my little sister's, then there's me.
Sissy's line comes to my nose.
To look at mine, she's on tiptoes.

Sometimes when I am feeling small,
I go down to see The Birthday Wall
to see how big I'll be next time
Daddy hugs me and he draws my line.