A Poem I Wrote for Marco's 8th Birthday

It was a perfect January day that you were born into this place

a day of unusual blue skies

not a cloud to be seen

named after a traveler--a bridge from East to West

Your little feet have spanned the globe

connecting your mother and I to a new world

opening our eyes to the mystery and wonder of life

the purity of your heart inspires us to obedience

the teachers become the students

your future is being written

by the hand of a just God

"show me the boy and I'll show you the man"

your character already etched so deeply

no greater privilege will we ever have

than to watch you grow-- and grow with you.