Golden Eleven (to Brindsley) It’s a Golden Happy Happy Birthday to you My son, Brindsley is eleven Eleven on the eleventh Time Flew! It was just yesterday When he turned two Trot trot to Boston on my lap Cuddling on the couch together for a nap Building block towers to knock them down Running stroller buddy All through town Pushing his sister In the cart A big brother with An enormous heart Today he’s eleven Legos are his jam Football and running he plays as much as he can. Bedtime reading grateful that’s still a thing. And giving hugs, Sharing his day that’s Everything. We always wanted a son Just like you— Happy 11th Birthday Brindsley. We love you.
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Beautiful poem by a loving Mom to a loving Son. “Unconditional Love” in verse❗️
Brindsley’s eleven
Sent directly from heaven
One handsome young “man”❗️♥️❗️