Twenty-seven years ago
I had a c-section, I did
And into the world was born
A one of a kind kid
We wondered if he would thrive
And if he'd have a good mind
Would happiness, he ever find
He was quiet and withdrawn
Not wanting to play with another
This frustrated me, his mother
Then all of a sudden he changed
And confidence did abound
He spoke up when we moved
And was sure of himself
His place was found
He opened his mouth and sang
And sang and sang and sang
He watched Hulk Hogan soar
And this he wanted more
So growing up he dreamed
And dreamed he did a lot
He went into the Marines
Got his heart broke
But he did not
Crash and burn like many
He found his oasis in the sand
He started writing songs
And formed NAVAR, the band
And now he rocks and creates
No longer is he a wonder
Happy Birthday Pat
Let none of your dreams be put asunder
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Reviews of "Having the time of his life"
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on September 5, 2007
He couldn't have done it without Mom..&...Dad
I proud to know you and your son's..
Love ya cuzz...
Finding ones-self - an incredible gift from God.
Your son has much for which to be thankful, but
mostly knowing how much you love and support him is gift that he will always treasure.
I proud to know you and your son's..
Love ya cuzz...
Regis
Your son has much for which to be thankful, but
mostly knowing how much you love and support him is gift that he will always treasure.
Kathy
Thanks,
Dan
I concur: beautiful. :)
(((HUGS))) and love to you and your son, Karla.
Happy Birthday, Pat! :) Semper Fi!