Here's a poem that Anne wrote on the occasion of Dad's 75th birthday in 2003.
As far back as I can recall
Our family's had a protocol
Of honoring the times we share
By raising glasses in the air!
We give a toast to celebrate
Moments, big or small, yet great!
Reunions, birthdays, family fun
Trailer camping, jobs well done!
Who is the one to recognize?
These special times when they arise?
There's just one man, he's our comrade
And that one person is my dad!
He always has the words to say
How we all feel that special day
He speaks so well, his words so true
His thoughts so clear, and when he's through...
We smile, we nod, we lift our glass
And toast together with such class!
It's what we do, it's how we pay
Honor to our special day!
I thank my dad for this tradition
Toasting, honor, recognition
For he's the man, the real headmaster
To me, forever, the toastmaster!
To my dad on his 75th birthday!
With love,
Anne
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