Asher, bebé, it’s been a year
since you have touched our lives,
exuding joy and energy
from both of your brown eyes.
All of us adore you:
grandparents, greats, and kin.
You’ve captivated every heart
with an invitation in.
To play with you, to tickle,
to make merry and surprise.
You slip so easily from peek-a-boo
to being rather wise.
Your fame has spread around the world
through cybermail and pics:
Manhattan, Philly, Syracuse,
souvenirs of all your tricks.
To cousins in Buenos Aires
and Jerusalem of Gold,
across the sea to sunny Spain
your milestones unfold.
Asher, bebé, you are our star
we cherish you, our treasure.
Mommy, Daddy and baby Asher
all give to us great pleasure.
Love and kisses on your first birthday!!
Yaya Lynn and Grandpop Bob
May 31, 2006
I wrote this poem on the occasion of baby Asher’s first birthday. I used the Spanish bebé because Bob and I had gone several times to Buenos Aires to visit cousins and they called him Asher bebé or príncipe Asher. I simply liked the sounds.