I don’t remember when they brought you home
Though I was told how much you glowed
You see, your Uncle is a salesman, dear
I sell my stories on the road
From town to town I tell my tales
and the people, oh they laugh
but not the way that you do dear
When we play with stuffed Giraffes
Your laugh is the laugh I long to hear
when I’m haggard, tired, and frail
When I’m clicking through the same ole News
In The Hilton County Jail
When I’m gnawing on them rubber eggs
In the lobby all alone
I long for your mom to wake you up
So I can call you on the phone
You never fail to cheer me up
You always make my day
You smile and laugh and touch my face
From a million miles away
But today dear, I’m not on a plane
I’m not on stage playing Word-Houdini
Because today it is your birthday
and that means we eat Fettuccini
Happy Birthday, Laura James
Love - Your Favorite Uncle (We don’t have to tell William you feel that way:)
This made me tear up a little. This was lovely.
im sobbing.