• Look at her little fingers
    And tiny toes
    Her entire hand can barely hold
    Dad's finger when he tickles Baby's nose.
    This is our girl – this is our love
    How the universe does sparkle
    And the sky does sing
    The melody lies
    Behind Baby's blue eyes
    Life is hers to discover
    At just a few hours old

    Astronaut, Physicist, Lawyer, Doctor –
    Our sweet little girl will conquer it all
    The world will revel
    At the answers she'll find
    As she opens more doors
    And saves humankind.

    Look at him now
    Look, Dear, look!
    As our little boy eagerly, unsteadily
    walks over to Mom.
    On a tightrope he falters
    With the occasional fall
    But those dimples never waver
    And the pride only grows
    When he finally tugs on Mommy's clothes.
    How the roads do beckon
    And the potential serenades
    Softly, vividly behind Baby's blue eyes.
    Life is his path to mark
    At just two years old.

    President, Ambassador, Rocket Scientist, Writer -
    Our beautiful boy will conquer it all.
    The world will revel
    At the answers he'll find
    As he opens more doors
    And saves humankind.

    Look, Dear, please
    How I wish you were here
    I know you are watching – I know you are proud
    Of our sweet little girl
    With her head in the clouds
    She's smart, witty
    Beautiful, too...
    My God, how our baby reminds me of you
    Each time a new boy knocks at the door
    The first time she kissed me goodbye
    And left red on my cheek
    One-hundred-and-one heart attacks
    and still counting
    My pride is a fever that never breaks
    The icy terror has left me numb.
    I'm so scared, Dear
    Why aren't you here?
    Life is robbing her away from me
    At just sixteen years old.

    Artist, Dancer, Author, Actress
    Daddy's little girl will conquer it all
    The world will revel
    At the answers she'll find
    As she opens more doors
    And saves humankind.

    Look at him now,
    with his childhood neatly packed away
    In the back of his closet.
    A campus map in one hand
    Mom's heart in the other
    The years have made their impression.
    The valor, the passion
    No longer delude his stone blue eyes
    With two heavy hugs
    One last glance back
    and the world on his shoulders
    He puts happiness on the back burner
    With books on the brain.
    Life is his mess to clean up now,
    At just eighteen years young.

    Astronaut, Rocket Scientist, Artist, Actor –
    They truly expected him to do it all.
    But the world just shrugs
    As he joins the current
    Like clockwork down the mainstream
    Under pressure, he lost hold
    Because dreams bear no substance
    In a world of gold.