Poem For Cash - From Uncle G

My brother gerald wrote a great poem for Cash. It defines a lot of what we experienced as kids, and the hopes we have for our own. For those of you that know Gerald, this will affirm your beliefs about him; for those who don't, welcome to G's viewpoint. I love it, and will cherish it. Can't wait for Cash to do all the things his uncle mentions. Thanks G, this means a lot to us!
As a quick side note, the players in the story are G=Gerald, Capt A=Ross Anderson(my cousin), Dillon and Peyton=G's kids, Cash' cousins, Taiton=Old dancehall near El Campo, Pringle is a fishing hole.
He couldn’t wait any longer, tired of missin’ all the fun,

Like at 4am, heatin’ up dad’s truck, camoed up and holdin’ a gun.

Cookin’ a new dish for his mama, he learned from Uncle G.

Being tested by Capt. A, while fishin’ at sea.

Makin granny shed a tear, cause he finally tied his shoes,

Drinkin’ coffee with his popo, while watchin’ fox news.

Gettin’ his first kiss from a girl that he met from Dillon and Peyton,

After loadin’ up three farmer’s daughters, plum-drunk at a dance in Taiton.

But they won’t let down Capt. G, still buzzin’ from the night before.

Learnin’ from the best, at fishin’ the Pringle Shore.

So hang in there little buddy, we’ve got memories to hoard,

Growin’ up to be a noble man, lovin’ family and the lord.