What is done is done. We wave hello to the sun.
We never forgot about the moon. We need both
the fork and the spoon. The day may be gone,
and time may be flying, but I am still trying.
In the sky, I see birds bobbing and weaving.
I can’t take my eye off what is now leaving.
I loved, cried, and smiled in the past tense.
I live in the present where it just makes sense.
The memories stay as the past fades away.
The future is bright: I’ll be there one day.
Since the day you were born,
you’ve shined brighter than
a shooting star blasting across
the pitch-black sky. You glisten
in the reflection of my eye.
Your wide smile cheers me up.
Your youthful eyes tell me that
the sun will surely rise again.
At just 8 months old, you’ve
given me the ability to see
that life has many meanings.
You have taught me to love
unconditionally. You fill me
with joy and energy. I can be
me with you. I am so proud
to be your dad, baby Gray.
You’ve given me the light
that I cherish night and day.