Seventy-six years, a life so grand,
A steady rock, a guiding hand.
Through every trial, every test,
You stood by me; you gave your best.
On basketball courts where hoops and hearts took flight,
You were my anchor, my guiding light.
Never missed a game, not once,
Even talked smack to the refs just for fun.
With music’s rhythm, church’s grace,
You filled my world with love’s embrace.
A melody of faith and care,
Your spirit’s song on the guitar is always there.
The scent of patchouli fills the air,
A warm embrace, beyond compare.
It takes me back to days long gone,
To your soft smile and Cheech and Chong.
Earthy, rich, and slightly sweet,
A fragrance where past and present meet.
Dad still wears it proudly, his signature blend,
A comfort, a memory that time won’t bend.
So here I stand, patchouli on my skin,
Honoring where my roots begin.
A fragrant bridge to laughter and care,
A piece of my heart, always there.
For forty-four years, you and Mom were one,
A love that shone like the morning sun.
Together, you created a life so pure,
A legacy of love that will endure.
Now at seventy-six, I'm your fan,
The proudest, loudest in the stand.
With every step, with every cheer,
You make life brighter, year by year.
So here’s to you, Dad, my number one,
The battles fought; many victories won.
Your love, your strength, your endless pride,
Forever my hero, my coach, my guide.
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