From birth was running to a fire.
All the door jams did he bruise
Running through them as though pursued.
He was a happy laughing child
And all the females were beguiled.
Including his mother, he charmed,
When time for correction he disarmed.
I adore the ground he walks on,
But four-wheeling he's always gone.
That's okay as long as he grants my joys,
And leaves to visit Kimi and the boys.
He's a deep thinker
And loves to tinker.
To care for his family is his desire
And, in this, surely, he'll aspire.
For his happy boys, Bob endures
Wanting their best futures.
His family he serves,
Admiration he deserves.
To the son I adore,
your mother does implore,
Put to searching, that great mind
And Jesus Christ you will find.
You've become a man tall
With integrity that doesn't pall.
You are a scrupulous gentleman
with superior acumen.
By Gidget
And unfortunately I do not remember where I got the little silver cross it has been on my hard drive a long time. If anyone happens to know who it belongs to please email me and let me know.