Of All The People

Of all the people I’m glad I’ve met,
Kind and funny, good as they get,
There’s one I’m thinking of right now.
It’s our son Aaron, yes! And how!

Oh when I think of heartfelt carin’
My mind, it races quick to Aaron.
We celebrate: Today he’s thirty!
(And yes, we know, he’s sometimes nerdy.)

When he was so little he testified:
Dear Mommy and Daddy, I’m satisfied.
Filled with such energy, creative, clever.
Enthusiasm dampened?  No way! Never!

Thoughtful and earnest, it’s him we admire.
Concern for people, that man does not tire.
Ready to help, to lend a hand,
Ready to listen, impromptu or planned.

But also I must take note and mention,
(To cover the bases is my intention).
Aaron is also a whole lot of fun,
He jokes and laughs, is second to none.

So on this your birthday, the big Number Thirty,
Instead of a package all wrapped nice and purdy,
We’re sending this poem, rhyming and funny,
and also intend to transfer some money.