One is the disjointed gait of
Purposeful lunges and pinwheeling arms.
One is the raucous squeal of
Triumph and warbling wail of defeat.
One revolution of the earth around the sun
Puts one candle on your cake, son.
One familiar waltz for the old man
Is your very first tango.
Your cloudless sky
The only rival for those baby blues.
Your smile fills voids that never were.
Time doesn't notice,
But I do.
And I will.
When one becomes two,
And two becomes forever.
Happy Birthday, Wy Wy.
Daddy loves you.
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