Dear Youngest, The oldest child in a family Has photographs galore, A baby book written in great detail, Enough clothes to fill a store. By the time the last child comes along The newness has worn away. So it gets to have the hand-me-downs And is told, "Run along now and play". You were this "baby" in our home; [the "end of the line" you might say]. But what a blessing it was to us When God sent you our way. You've filled our life with happiness, You've filled our hearts with pride. It would be impossible to love you more, No matter how hard we tried. You mean so much to us Joe! Love, Mom & Dad xoxo