When walking through the mall today I was reminded of something I couldn't miss,
Bumped into Izzy, she told me it was your birthday!
I could have given her a kiss.
Mother of four, adored, by all, who see your heart.
Carrying that ancient flame that set your kin apart.
Gifted to the little ones, passed down through generations.
To see the fruit you have produced fills me with admiration.
Well Matt, you knew where it was at, taking Hanna as your bride.
A wise move, the family you have, should give you the best sort of pride.
Thank you Izzy, the best big sister, your a real beaut.
Thoughtful, intelligent, loving, and cute.
Keep eyes on Eleanora, my words cannot describe, the beauty I behold, when I look into her eyes.
First son Filippo, a boy of few words; but his talents can't be missed.
With his good looks, and lovely lips, I am sure you'll get a very nice kiss.
Last but not least, Leonardo, the latest to the fold....
Once more you've done it,
Perfect to behold.
I don't know what to give you
But this I'd like to say:
May the Lord bless you and keep you all,
And continue to light your way.
Happy birthday.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 20th, 2024 07:11
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