Finding His People
Henry found his people
And they’re up there on the stage,
Where with the audience, they all
Can magically engage.
We’ve watched him since his day of birth
And marveled at his gifts,
Delighted at the many ways
He’d give our spirits lifts.
He’s had to travel many paths
In search of where he’d fit
And middle school has been the place
Where all the fires were lit.
We sat there in the audience
And, watching him perform,
We knew that what he put out there
Was way more than the norm.
How thrilled we were to witness
Our dear grandson strut his stuff.
His future’s filled with promise
But to start, this was enough.
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