The Zan Man,
Zander, our Mr. Z.
The busiest 4 year old
You’ll ever see.
In constant motion
Day in and day out.
No stone left unturned
Every toy strewn about.
Learning to swim,
He uses the float,
Or just rides around
In the rubber boat.
On a bicycle he’s speedy
Legs pumping fast
But in the race with his sisters
He’s usually last
He disappears in an instant
And when we hear
The silence of his absence
The search moves to high gear.
Something’s caught his attention
After all, there’s a lot to see
At Grandma and Grandpa’s
The garden, grapes, the apple trees.
Impatient for presents
He inventories the stash
“Open presents now?”
He continually asks.
Finally ripping and tossing paper
As fast as he can be
He holds each gift up
For us all to see.
He momentarily pauses
Thinking of a wish to make
Before he blows out the candles
And dives into the cake.
In a quiet evening moment
On the grass they lay
With Grandpa looking upwards
At the stars far away.
The party is over
Now its time to go
Another years's gone by
Oh, how fast they grow!
