Birthday Poem for a Sixteen-Year-Old

Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy Birthday Josh. I sure love you.

Now that I’m sixteen,
I’m old enough to drive.
Everyone stay off the roads,
If you want to survive.

Now that I’m sixteen,
I’m old enough to date.
I hope she says, “Yes,”
Before it is too late.

Now that I’m sixteen,
I fix pizzas with a flare.
Get your Papa Murphy’s
But only if you dare.

Now that I’m sixteen,
I make stuff that explodes.
Parents getting grey hair
Afraid they will implode.

Now that I’m sixteen,
I’m ordained to be a priest
I see a man emerging
At times and places at least

Now that I’m sixteen
I bless the sacrament
In white shirt, tie and suit coat
I knell – a prayer is sent

First the cups are filled
Next I break the bread.
Then slowly I read
And sacred words are said.

 Soon I will leave home
Take Christ’s promise with me -
For I’ll serve a mission
Where God will help me see -

That life is so much more
Than getting just for me.
It is giving and receiving love
Joy and peace you can see.

When I return home
I will grow to be much more
For when you work with God
Your manhood learns to soar