14 years ago today my baby boy was born. So today I wanted to wish him a very special Happy Birthday.
Whenever I read part of the poem Life Sculpture by William Doane, I always think of my son Wyatt so I thought I would share those words:
Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy
With his marble block before him,
And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy,
As an angel-dream passed o'er him.
He carved the dream on that shapeless stone,
With many a sharl incision:
With heaven's own light the sculpture shone -
He'd caught that angel-vision.
Happy Birthday Wyatt!