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What should I get you brother Dear   -  I contemplate this day

For now you've marked your 23rd year   -  This poem is on it's way



You had a rough beginning   -   With three sisters older than you

But Mom and Dad were OHHH so proud   -  You made your grand debute



For they had waited many a year   -   For a son to call their own

To carry on the family name   -   Now through the years you've grown



But when you were just a little babe   -   Quite a hefty one I must add

You took those pounds off like "Rocky"   -  Drinking beer& raw eggs with Grand Dad



Now do you remember that Christmas   -   In the house on the corner of Vine

When in your walker you went down with a shove   -  From the one writing these lines



Yes! Jealousy, Hostility   -    a push or shove here and there

They call it sibling rivalry   -   Mom nearly pulled out all her hair



Well as the years progressed   -   And older we did get

We seemed to lighten the fighting  -   Busy now with new friends we'd met



Do you recall the many times   -   When homeward bound you'd tread

With all your new found treasures   -   Buddo's conned you Mom again said



For he could sell you anything   -  You'd trade or pay his price

These broken treasures to hard to pass   -    Your mind he did entice



After a few years you finally caught on   -   That he was taking you

And so your energies then went   -   to sports, you tried a few



You started on the Pee Wee teams   -   You were quite a sight to behold

In baseball you played a pretty good game   -   But in football you weren't very bold



For in football when the ball was snatched   -   The offense and defense collide

We looked to see where David was   -   Alone in the backfield we spied



Now your greatest love in sports is known   -   By all the family

With ball in hand and hoops nearby   -   There on the courts you'd be



Your love for basketball grew strong   -   As well as your ability

So in uniform of orange and black   -   You played M.H.S. varsity





While then in the halls of Murray High   -  Your eyes did find quite a fox

Your heart went a flutter-your bod turned to butter   -  Your in love with Kathy Horrocks



After graduation you went to work with your dad   -  as a Mountain Fuel Supply Co. lad

And there in the rig little holes did you dig   -   With your funny little red hat on your head



From 9 to 5 you dug holes in the ground   - What arrived in the mail was found

Your mission call was to soon leave Utah   -   Now your Little Rock, Arkansas bound



So now to the Mission Home goes he   -   To learn how to tract and to teach

With new suits packed & combined books of three   -   the gospel their hearts to reach



Mom in tears standing there in your wake   -    Now off on the plane you did race    

For now left a boy who would never more be   -   Cause a man would return in his place



To those at home time passed rather slow    -   The two years plus you were preaching  

Yet for you time sped by on your bike did you try   -  The LDS gospel your teaching



So on Christmas Eve came you home   -   With Family and friends gathered there

Now with our attention and all ears a-tune   -   Your story unfolds like a prayer



Well in March you did take a new step   -   And asked Kathy to be your bride

The vows were exchanged, temple covenants made   -   Through eternity side by side



Well a couple of years have now passed   -   Since those vows exchanged by you two

The love you shared, grew deeper each year   -   Now new parents in September are Due



Now David this comes from the heart   -   For I know how blessed you are

That through your faith and love in GOD   -   Someday you will go far!