Dear Mom,

Look at the journey you have set upon,

To raise an army, without one sharp weapon,

Yet, armed with artillery

More lethal when set upon the ears.

We use them for cheers,

Collecting the fears of others as seeds

To harvest the best from the rising chests of the rest

76 trips around the sun

I am proud to ride shotgun

As your son!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I LOVE YOU!