You were my very first hero,
the way you’d lift me up, so high
I thought you could touch the stars,
and maybe, you did.
But I see you through other eyes too,
not just the ones that called you Dad.
To your wife, a playful tease,
filling her life with laughter and ease.
As a son, you’re still the young boy
who made his parents proud,
to your sister, you’re her safe haven,
sharing dreams and laughter, both soft and loud.
But to me, you are all of these pieces,
woven together like strands of silver in your hair,
the first man I truly loved,
the man I’ll forever call my own.
With you, every moment is a gift we unwrap,
from deep conversations that shaped me,
to inside jokes that dance on the air,
in our shared laughter, life feels sublime.
So here’s to you, Abba;
may the years be gentle,
and may we hold you close,
as you’ve held us, all along.