Dear Ryker,
Your Dad and Mom love you
but they’re the first of many hearts
that you can rely on for love. I’m yours
too, a number two, too
and unlike your sister, no tutus
will I impose on you. Not that
there’s anything wrong with that breezy
freedom. Take your time
you’re commando Ryker
for the first few years—
no one will complain
when you decide that heavy diaper
simply holding you back from sprawling
crawling and too soon walking before
we know it. You know you’re
a number one, too? So special
David’s in the middle of that Ryker
Sutherland name, you’re the first
Son of Sutherland from David and Peg’s
Clan of men, strong-willed, Scot-Irish
who unconditionally have been raising
roses to cushion your childhood.
These ladies, three gems, your friends
so close they’re your family,
they’re your cousins
they’re beautiful, brilliant, and bold
they’re Olivia, Aurora, and Amira
and you will be their sword, yes
you will be the man. Welcome
Ryker David Sutherland
to your Sutherland Clan.
Sans Peur my brother,
my nephew,
my new boy in blue.
Without fear…Sans Peur
but oh how they’ll fear you.
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