Today, in honor of our grandson’s birthday, I’ll reprint the poem I’ve loved since my own children turned six.

When I was One

I had just begun.

When I was Two

I was barely new.

When I was Three

I was hardly me.

When I was Four

I was not much more.

When I was Five

I was coming alive.

But now I am Six.

I’m as clever as clever.

I think I’ll be six now

Forever and ever.

Poem and art by A. A. Milne