The Baby Boy...

There was a boy,

the youngest one,

Tough was he,

the baby son.

Fast as lighting, 

curious too,

A sweet, sweet child

With nothing new.

Hand me downs,

friends big and small,

Brothers, sisters,

He loves them all.

 

He will give to you, 

the shirt off his back.

While, basketball skills

he does not lack.

A story spinner,

for a laugh or two.

A leader among peers,

This is true.

Almost grown,

almost a man.

Ian Gresham,

we're your #1 fans!

We love you, Ian.
Happy 18th!