But I was reading the kids new Shel Silverstein book (Everything on it--published after his death) and just bawled at this poem! Especially having a new tiny baby that so much resembles my oldest who just turned 8 last week.
Sniff, sniff! I just thought I'd share! The font is weird...i put it up on my facebook and then just copied it here.
[LEFT]Those scratchy marks there on the wall,
they show how short I used to be.
They rise until they get this tall,
and Mama keeps reminding me
The way my dad would take his pen
and as I stood there, stiff and straight,
He'd put a ruler on my head and write the date.
She says that it's my history,
But I don't understand at all
Just why she cries each time she sees
Those scratchy marks there on the wall.