Nine years ago, I held a tiny, bald baby
That quickly grew into a man child.
A box fort building,
Dancing fool man child.
With a wicked sense of humor,
A funny little lion man keeps us in stitches.
Larger than life giggles and boisterous laughs
That always make me smile.
A pint-sized powder keg of creativity
With a kind gentle heart packed with hugs,
That’s your superpower.
Keep dreaming, building, loving and laughing, Little Lion Man.