In Daddy's bedroom down the hall, <br />there's a special place, The Birthday Wall. <br />Every year about this time, <br />he hugs me then he draws my line. <br /> <br />We look at where I used to be <br />when I was small and only three. <br />Much higher, then, the one for four, <br />then five, then six, and now one more. <br /> <br />On the wall two names I see, <br />my little sister's, then there's me. <br />Sissy's line comes to my nose. <br />To look at mine, she's on tiptoes. <br /> <br />Sometimes when I am feeling small, <br />I go down to see The Birthday Wall <br />to see how big I'll be next time <br />Daddy hugs me and he draws my line.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birthday-wall-children/
