Always My Boy
You were only a cute two, the year i met you.
Taking you on as my own, well that was my view.
Age three, your good humor was clear to see.
Always a cheery smile, often giggling with glee.
At the age of four you had started to explore,
First day at school you were the first one out the door.
Once you hit five you had really began to thrive,
Always full of energy and very much alive.
By the age of six you had learned a few more tricks,
Building planes and houses with your little Lego bricks.
Seventh year was fun, always on the run,
Cowboys and Indians with your sheriff badge and gun.
In a flash you were eight, unaware of your looming fate.
But you lived with such a passion, a very endearing trait.
Finally at age nine, right here fate drew the line,
Taking you so early, how is this not a crime?
