Your music delights Apollo
Even on the rainy days,
When the Nine Muses won't dance.
You strum your guitar
Like you tickle the wind,
Healing our weary souls.
You play your saxophone,
Lifting our spirits
As you breathe life to it.
You sing to the tunes
That our hearts want to hear
All through the years.
You have a hundred stories
In your book called "Fatherhood"
Waiting to be told.
We'll add more pages to it
While we make new stories with you
As the years unfold.