James our Firstborn

One of my hobbies to to write a poem or two and have a go at short stories.
My first poem was about James, our eldest son, who was having a 40th birthday. I put a few words down on paper for him had so much fun doing it, I kept going..........


Our Firstborn

We were so young when you were born
We had no idea what was in store
Until you’re a parent you don’t really know
What love is unleashed at that first ‘hello’
You charmed all around you and filled us with joy
Our own little man, our own little boy.

At Valley Heights five years on
It was time to start school, a sad day for Mum
Cobber went with us to catch the bus
To make sure you were safe and make a big fuss.
Two brothers were added to the troop
This made an awesome family group
Character building was the flavour of the time
With a pretty tough father you mostly towed the line.

By ten you excelled both in school and in sport
Living then at Mulgoa, also farming was taught.
Milking cows, riding horses, having fun in the sun
The life of a ten year old was pretty good fun.
Four legged friends, Rex, Creamy and Bess
All helped to add to the life that was blessed.

At fifteen motorbikes were a passion by now
You knew you could frighten your mother, and how
Mixed with the ploughing, pig feeding and chores
Didn’t lend a lot of time to be absent or bored.

By 20 you had found chemistry was for you
Pride was just bursting from your parents too
You lived a while with your Pa and Nan
You could do no wrong, the perfect man!



At 25 you settled with your lovely wife
And by 30 your wonderful daughter came into your life
At 35 two boys made three
A family of five, so happy and free.

Everything in between these years,
The challenges, the laughter and the tears
Have made you the person you are to date
Son, husband, father, brother and mate


We’ve already forgotten the dents in the cars,
The explosions at funeral wakes and camping at McGraths
Son You have given us such love and joy,
And at 40 you are still our own little boy.

Happy 40th birthday