IS NOW EIGHT

Nolan, my son who is now eight,

Who holds the Guiley last name,

With big brown eyes like your Mom’s traits,

You are special even without the fame.

 

I recall the day when your Grandma held on,

To remove the mark off your handsome face,

I hope you appreciate it as now as it is gone,

As your living cells will solve this case.

 

But for now, I want you to be a child,

And play with Ciara and make her laugh,

I know it’s hard as I haven’t seen you in a while,

I imagine when you are older, you will make graphs.

 

When you grow up, I hope you have babies,

To keep the heritage in our family name,

Hopefully, you can recall the last 4 years maybe,

To tell me what you did and who came.

 

Give your Mom a hug every day for me,

As you must like video games and computers,

You know that I like coffee and your Mom likes tea,

As you can thank your Grandma as she is the best tutor.

 

One of these days, we will play hockey,

Or go to the show or play with Walkie-Talkies,

What ever we do, I will always love you,

I hope that you enjoy Ciara’s birthday too.