My Christopher

I wrote this poem about my nephew.

I remember clearly
The day he was born
I held him in my arms

I remember the first time
He smiled at me
Like he knew I meant no harm

The first time he put
His fingers around mine
And clung onto them tightly

The first time he crawled
Was a new one for me

I'll always treasure
The first time
I helped him walk

Can't wait for the day
When I hear him talk

The first's are always the easiest
The last's are the hardest
But one thing I know for sure
My Christopher will always come first