Into the Circle

We cannot wait to hold you in our arms.

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Or you a Troy? Might you sling like rye Roy?
Your favorite toy? Is it a make it loi down,
a Poodle the pooch that your mother
once commanded oh it was such a bother.

What if you're Harold? Better than Randall!
Color for you? Color me sand yellow!
The adventures of your papa in the desert
Texas land where his creativity is wettest.

Once she was one, then he made two,
along came you and that made them full!
Two hearts beat as one grows to fruition.
We're waiting for that ruckus you'll cause in the kitchen!

Maybe you're Travis, maybe your Scott,
maybe you're a drummer, maybe you're not.
Yes you are Irish, and Italian, too:
We might know you as Phil, Lenin please exclude.

Chucky is scary, Jack's for the bee's,
Tommy's a power ranger, and maybe you'll sing
like the thrash of your father's corn hole throw,
or with the lilt of your mother's Irish dance.

Did they tell you about the one? You'll embrace that,
and a snicker snicker "Joder!" your mother yelled loud!
Barry and Seamus, they both cried a proud no, siiigh!
Grandpa John's around the corner, could he interview ya?

There's so many of us to meet, you don't know our names
we're trying to determine how we stay in our lanes
while the love of you three extends to all us we
Life's gonna be a little better with you to see!

Don't be a guido, nor a Benito either
You're no Alejandro, nor a Stephano neither.
We'll find the middle ground, where your roots take grass
And remember this: you'll make a fine Italian lad!

DEDICATION: Baby boy, you enter the world at your most perfect time. Synchronicity abounds, you're boundless by design. Aisling, Andy, God bless you both as you converge in the sanctifying giving of two souls to one life.