Troy

I have a precious little son

He liked toys since he was one.

He would push a tractor on the floor,

And always wished for more.

Red and green they would be

He liked them all you see.

Bull dossiers and trucks too

Anything with a wheel or two.

He liked to see them go

As he pushed them on the floor.

Today he is a grown up man,

But wheels are still in his plans.

Jeeps, tractors, motorcycles, trucks and such

He likes them all so very much.

Push, pull, and tough those things,

But they no longer have strings.

I think my son is very wise

Because of his choice of a wife.

He may be busy everyday,

But he still has time to pray.

He is a man of true grit

This man has no time to sit.

He is a special man to me

My son he will always be!