Happy birthday to my son, Thom!
I remember when your name was Tom.
Raising you was never dull because
you kept things hopping without a lull
Escapades at school were creative, to say the least.
You started with snow blindness
and the trouble never ceased.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry
when you pierced your belly button and the brow of your eye.
You died your hair purple and black, oh dear!
I fixed that and thought I was in the clear.
But no, you still had more tricks up your sleeve
and more power than you can imagine to peeve.
you kept things hopping without a lull
Escapades at school were creative, to say the least.
You started with snow blindness
and the trouble never ceased.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry
when you pierced your belly button and the brow of your eye.
You died your hair purple and black, oh dear!
I fixed that and thought I was in the clear.
But no, you still had more tricks up your sleeve
and more power than you can imagine to peeve.
Remember the party you threw at our home.
I thought I was okay to leave a fourteen-year-old alone.
But then I found out you were driving my car,
picking up friends, making our home a bar.
It's over. You've grown up. I love you my son.
You’re the best man I know. You're number 1!
So again, happy birthday to my true pride and joy.
God gave me a wonderful gift when he made you my boy.
I thought I was okay to leave a fourteen-year-old alone.
But then I found out you were driving my car,
picking up friends, making our home a bar.
It's over. You've grown up. I love you my son.
You’re the best man I know. You're number 1!
So again, happy birthday to my true pride and joy.
God gave me a wonderful gift when he made you my boy.
I love you.
Mom
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