Little Guy's First Birthday

My grandson is completing his twelfth month in the world pretty soon.  So I wrote about him this month.  He is a compact person, though tall and robust for his age.  The form of this poem is very compact and demanding, in tri-meter with five hard rhymes.  Little Guy expects a lot, but he earns it.

The Wisdom of Infancy

I want to find you wise

But there’s still time for that

And maybe you know well

Behind your wide young eyes

What I should seek in you

Whom my sweet girl begat

And how your joy will tell

Me what I really know

Or don’t and gently show

What won’t and what will do