Little Austin's like a flare,
Quick to temper, quick to care.
Never waiting to voice his opinion,
Reigning over the house like it
is his Dominion.
Always ready to prove he's right,
Like Angels spreading their
Heavenly Light.
His Halo tilted on his little head,
He's as sweet as a puppy,
sleeping in his bed.
Many of your actions,
misunderstood_
Impatience erased, if only you
could.
Playing on your "puter",
or riding your Jeep_
Angel, work overtime, your
Safety to keep.
To me you'll always be_
that "Special little boy Angel"
God sent first to your family.
Written for my grandson (Twin 1)
Austin Patrick Estave
Little Ashton, Oh so sweet,
Sitting in the Cat Bird's Seat_
Always packing all your toys;
Like all typical little boys.
Eyes so blue and fair of face,
You're watched over by God's
saving Grace.
You with your blankey and
elephant blue_
The Angels in Heaven watch
over you.
No matter how manly you may
get_
Live your life with no regret,
And your old Maw Maw
never forget.
by
Mary S. Hymel
copyright 1999-2000
Written for my grandson (Twin 2)
Ashton Joseph Estave
