This was written by Linda Looney Please, do not take without permission

Brian David Aumiller

My Youngest Son

My youngest son, who taught so muchAlthough you'll deny it's true

You are a very special guy

True music resides in you.

God gave you a gift for writing

And playing music you create

Oh, how I wish I knew how

To share with others the music you make.

No matter what the keyboard

You were born to use them

You're quiet and good hearted

people, you never abuse them.

how can I put into words

How you've taught me so much

As a small child you always knew

When I could use a tender touch.

On the day that you were born

A cold Sunday afternoon

I saw tears in your father's eyes

He was gone too soon.

you are now a full grown man

You're noble and you don't realize

Just how wonderful you are

There's pride in this mother's eyes.

This was written by Linda Looney Please, do not take without permission