Today would have marked your 70th year,
A milestone bright, a day so dear.
I wonder often, in silent thought,
How we’d have celebrated, how joy would be sought.

As time goes on, the pain won’t fade,
Your love’s a comfort that’s never swayed.
Though you’re gone, you’re never far,
Your memory shines like the brightest star.

Every milestone brings your kindness near,
A gap you left that none can fill here.
My love for you remains ever bright,
Your love still guides me, even out of sight.