He went from twenty inches long to 70 inches long. Something or someone pulled him into this big, strapping, broad-shouldered, sweet, brilliant man.
Well, legally he’s a man, but now he needs to launch out into this crazy mess of humans bumping around, unaware of how their thoughts and feelings create their life. He is a calm, kind soul so he won’t be skinning anyone alive, but he does tend to be honest in a very charitable manner so most people won’t get off scot-free from his observations.
The day of your birth, a crisp, cold, crystal day
In my memory, eighteen years ago holds sway
Who do I value most of all?
It’s you my son so big and tall
May your life have adventures that take your breath
May you jump in feet first, unafraid of death
I know that’s odd for a mother to say
But my son has seen death like it’s yesterday
His father is gone, a year ago now
He loved our son dearly at his final bow
I’ve held the ship level as best I can
Mostly alone with some helping hand
The men do die, often you know
The woman on her own in the ice and snow
Remember that sometimes people need help
A hand or two is all when they yelp
Just as we have done in these last two years
Keep your friends close as you move through the tears
But there’s fun to be had, plenty of that
As you move around life from the last place you sat
Run the race strong, keep your head up son
And be a good friend ’til your Earth life is done.
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