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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tim was a sleepy baby...his Grandma worried so
She thought we had a gas leak...they came and told her no.
He was an early talker...books read to him each day..
Tiny fingers building tinker toys...he'd always love to play.
His curiosity was there...almost from day one..
He loved to take his toys apart..but Daddy's were more fun.
He didn't want to go to school.. and threw a little fit..
He loved to fish and every June.. we'd take a fishing trip.
He had a Mustang when in school...I started it each morning..
A soup can fixed the muffler...that broke without warning.
He loves his animals and his pets...it always was his wish..
To have a snake, a rat, a dog and then perhaps some fish.
He may have teased his sister.. and his little brother too..
He made our life more interesting...in everything he'd do.
This poem is getting long now...I have so much to say.
I'll end it quick by saying...on this his special day.
Happy Birthday to my oldest son...you made my life a joy..
My love has grown..by leaps and bounds...since you were just a boy.
Happy Birthday Tim...Love you, Mom