*Laurie Kolp Poetry*

To Andrew
by Mom

My sweet, mild son easy-going and strong
you were destined to have a renowned
birthday. September 11, 2001, was the day
you were due, but you came August 29-
what a glorious day; and these first nine
years a gift so true. In 2004, at the
ripe young age of four, Hurricane Katrina
hit with such destruction on August 29-
your special birthday. My kind, fair
son so honest and humble, thoughtful,
caring, smart and true- nothing will
ever be more important, nor memorable,
nothing more spectacular, nor moving
than August 29- our special day;
your birthday. I love you, Andrew!