You Little Bugger
I was nineteen
almost
going on four
you were older than I
in just 48 months
Impossible, incorrigible
The worst Hyper-Diaper
Nathan The Terrible
your uncle called you
It nearly killed me
trying to raise you
you drank quite well, though
from my empty well
Gold hearted giver
you gifted us, each one
your generosity never
shall be forgotten
you raised yourself fully
and then you raised me
My Son