The greatest man I have ever known raised me to be a dreamer. He taught me to ask not what my country could do for me, but to strive to do good for all mankind, including questioning authority, indignity, and every day bullies. He showed me the power of my voice and the sanctity of silence. He instilled in me the toughness I would need for life’s many trials, and made certain I would be present and feel all the feels. He let me see him cry when tears were all he could muster. He dances when the music moves him, without a shred of thought to whether anyone is watching. He raised me to know my own strength and to nurture it, but to understand that love is a better weapon against any enemy. He taught me to sing when I’m scared, because the sharks can smell fear. I still whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect I’m afraid, and I still run to him. I’m lucky enough to have had my dad in my corner every step of the way. He is a champion of the underdog, a true humanitarian. He uses the force. He believes that good will always defeat evil, and I believe him. If that was the one gift he had given me, that would have been enough, but my life has been showered with his wisdoms and those of so many righteous wordsmiths before him. Today, I celebrate his birth with a magnitude of respect, gratitude, love and light. Shine on you crazy diamond, here’s to Chapter 63.
The love of my mother has no prejudice.
The love of my mother is not blind.
The love of my mother has no bounds.
The love of my mother is always kind.
The love of my mother never pauses.
The love of my mother simply searches,
for ways to make you feel better inside.
The love of my mother is relentless,
whether you are a new friend or old.
The love of my mother rings in her laughter.
The love of my mother is bold.
The love of my mother is intense,
like the Miami sun that she adores.
The love of my mother is refreshing,
like the Atlantic that to her heart calls.
The love of my mother is inspiring,
like the divinities that she knows.
The love of my mother sparkles,
through her eyes and smile, she glows.
The love of my mother will never extinguish.
Though, the love of my mother I have tried.
The love of my mother knows no limits.
The love of my mother is always on my side.
Happy Birthday Mama!!!
Thank you for teaching me how to live a life full of love.
Surprising is the sentiment that sisterhood brings
To a life once thought to be full.
It turns out that the sister-less are, after all
Without a love most pure and wonderful.
A sister-in-law, to be clearer just here,
Is an especially delightful kind.
Born from the love of the love of her life
And the blind puppy love that began mine;
Matured through the freedom to laugh and to cry
At said love, both with him and without.
But it doesn’t stop there, no one is safe
For she knows my family inside and out.
This gift and small curse she bears gracefully
Though perhaps I’ve been sort of short-sighted.
Maybe sisters aren’t always so perky and fun,
Pretty, witty, clever and open-minded.
I do know Jen though, with her warm eager eyes,
Inquisitive and mischievous smile.
She’s been the best sister I could possibly have
Invariably, through life’s greatest trials.
I hope to be as strong, sweet and patient as her,
For all of the rest of my days.
So with eternal love, humility and gratitude
I wish her the best of birthdays.