Gregory Charles, what a cute little boy,

Your sister thought you were her new toy.

What a wonderful blessing, to have a new son,

And also to know you were the very last one!

You were pulled and tugged, and dragged all around.

You took it all in with nary a frown.

Everyone loved you and we watched you grow

As God on you did his blessings bestow.

A pretty young girl you took for a wife,

To be your companion for all of your life.

Through all eternity your love and happiness grows,

And as the years pass, no boundaries it knows.

Your daughters are precious, with value untold.

They will bring you more happiness than silver or gold.

With each passing year, their spirits will flourish,

As with God's Word, you carefully nourish.

We're all here today to wish you good cheer,

A heart full of love for each passing year.

Happy Birthday to you, our last born son,

We hope it's a day filled with pleasure and fun.

Happy Birthday, Greg.

- Neona Owen  1999