These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Micah

Micah is a three-year-old.
He's really quite a boy.
I wish I had a gift for him,
a wondrous little toy.

This is what I'll do for him.
I'll write a little verse
to tell him what he means to me,
as does his aunt, the nurse.

Three, these years ago, it's true
blest Micah came to be,
a boy among a fam'ly blest,
a treasured son is he.

Breath of fresh air he has been,
redeeming a year so ill,
and now the future has a win,
like Dad's and Grand's best will.

The ladies of the fam'ly, four
are doting on this child
with hugs and kisses. That, no doubt,
and from his first day, Smiled.

Young Micah, now you walk and talk,
and do that very well.
One day, I'm sure, you'll know The One,
Whose Story you will tell.

Jesus loves us. Can you sing
about the little Boy,
Who came at Christmas in some hay
to give our hearts His Joy?

"For God, He loved the whole wide world."
His Boy became a Man,
Who lived, and died, and rose, again.
His perfect Saving Plan.

Micah is the birthday boy.
He's learning number three
for that's how old he is today.
He's growing as we see.

Micah has so much to do.
He plays, and eats, and grows.
When I was three, my gift came late,
a grandpa, that you know.

by Jay O’Toole
on August 14th, 2023