The Birthday Wall (Children)
In Daddy's bedroom down the hall,
by C.J. Heck
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.