Anthony Leighton
40 weeks of creation,
brings 40 hours of throes.
In turn a child wails
his first
a mother cries with laughter.
Three days it takes
to recuperate.
Three days that daddy gambles.
His given name is Anthony,
not Tony, or Bear or Andy.
His mother corrects all of them,
with a stern yet simple glare.
Three months pass by and he sits up,
three more and teeth have come,
Once three have passed yet again,
he tries to stand alone.
Birthday plans are starting now,
12 months have nearly passed.
The lone candle burns strong and bright,
just as his life is long.
