Sonnet to Dave on His 72nd Birthday (in iambic pentameter)

In ‘fifty-two a baby came along
To add a gentleness to what we had:
The geeky girl who thought her brain was strong,
The cocky son who followed every fad.
He had a special place as Grampa’s prince,
The godson doted on through thick and thin.
If picking on him may have made him wince
His smile beguiled and hid the hurt within.
Sweet David brought a whimsy true and fair,
A willingness to please his older sibs.
His loot from Halloween he’d always share
And never challenge some else’s “dibs.”
Today we toast and celebrate your birth,
No finer brother ever graced the earth!