In my childhood days when I gazed
With familiar eyes
I saw you like a giant thumbs up
To the sureness of home
Always there to guide
And reassure
Like a revered great grandfather
But now that I see you
Through the rare eyes
Of a far flung visitor
Your windfall beauty is revealed
And you are not old to me
But new
And where once I was immune
To your stunning spell
I can finally fall under the charm
Of your legendary witchcraft.
Raise a glass
to the sperm
who won the race
to your mother's egg
it had the pow
and the juice
and the balls
and the brains
it was your father's bullseye
and it made you!