He were a real bonny kid
Had freckles all over his lid,
Red hair that glowed in the sun
And a smile that lite up with fun.

He grew up to be so proud,
And not like his sister, so loud.
And now he's a man and not well
This illness has put us in hell.

If only i could turn back time
And like this poem make rhyme
All things that did come to us bad
I'd make sure that he knew his dad

He still sits alone most nights
Though never alone in his might
For he has the soul of good hope
With strength of a horse and can cope.

One day all his dreams should come true
I wish that for him as would you
For he is deserved of that
And not that all things should fall flat.

JLEE