You are the boy who never walks but always runs,
The king of all the grids,
And stones, and pans and lids,
Still to be blessed by the warmth of a thousand suns.
You are the boy whose laughter lights each little day,
Who sings and who dances,
Whose being enhances
All our lives; Alfie, loved more than words can ever say.
You are the boy who will grow and walk through life’s doors,
I will be with you, there
By your side, light as air,
Unseen, guiding you, the larger hand holding yours.