Serenity would be standing here, if not for her wings.
There are days when I wonder, what would you be.
A doctor, a lawyer, or a singer on Glee, that future is unwritten but this I know.
You would be smart like your mother, which no one would be able to deny.
Athletic like your uncle, you would reach the sky.
And Mischevious like your father, defintely an apple of his eye.
I’m sorry you’re not here butterfly, it hurt my sister so.
But I know you’re in a better place, atlast your place is at his right hand.
Everytime I look to the sky it never ceases to amaze me, and I know its in no small part to you.
Happy Birthday, Butterfly love Uncle Gary.