Today marks your 29th year of life.
Who’d a thought all that time ago
The scrawny underweight baby
Would grow into be man you have become.
Who’d a thought that day two months later
When you were found black and near death
That you would grow to be the man you are.
Who’d a thought as you struggled to survive
When the drug to help you breathe was almost your demise
That you’d grow into the man you are today.
A man who is remarkable
In your so very special ways.
Your sense of humour
Your growth and well-being
All part of the man you are today.
I hope there are more celebratory days like today
When we will gather and honour you
As son, brother and uncle too.
You are loved my boy
Never forget that that is so.