Imminent Growth Spurt – Poetry Friday

I had a different poem on deck for this week’s Poetry Friday, but then my four year old decided to eat everything for dinner. Seriously, everything. I expect he’ll wake up tomorrow and tell us that his legs hurt again. Good thing it’s almost shorts season.

I hope you’ll come back next week for The Empty Juice Box Blues.

Imminent Growth Spurt

by Jim Hill

Rotini and red sauce,
Two meatballs and cheese,
One glass of milk,
May I have more please?

Watermelon slices.
Yogurt that’s drinkable.
Honey graham bar.
This kid is unsinkable.

Still hungry, Daddy.
A cheese stick will do,
And peanut butter toast
When that is gone too.

He ate for an hour,
slept an hour times ten,
And when he woke up
He was bigger again.

It’s a pattern repeating,
We’ve learned to adjust,
He just might keep growing,
Six-foot-seven or bust.


  1. Perfect. You describe it perfectly. But it gets even more absurd when they get bigger. Our son is fourteen and lately he’s been eating two complete dinners a few hours apart. And we can still see his ribs!

    • Jim says:

      So build a second pantry, and buy a second fridge? One of my nephews hit 6′-5″ and proclaimed that since starting college he’d gained 35 pounds . He’s now 180 pounds. He’s almost two-dimensional.

  2. I love this, Jim! I have two-year-old twin boys, and one of them just eats and eats and eats. He’s also concerned about food preparation, and keeps a close eye on the proceedings. Right now they are both running around in very short pants. I suppose I can’t make it stop.

    BTW, thank you for following No Water River on FB. I hope you’ll consider coming on sometime!

    • Jim says:

      Wow! Two eating machines, good luck! It’s very hard to keep up with shoes and pants in our house, and we only have the one.

      I’d be more than happy to come on No Water River.

      Oh, and belated Happy Birthday!

Leave a Reply to Mary Archer Cancel reply