Faith forged through fire, adversity’s claim,
A legacy born from struggle and name.
Essential Art, a beacon, took form,
In the storm of a pandemic’s norm.
Amid fracture and trial, you stood tall,
Rebuilding dreams despite it all.

The weight of grief, the flood’s cruel tide,
And the ache of watching loved ones collide
With frailty’s hand—but you didn’t yield.
Integrity served as your guiding shield.
From your father’s honor to WWII’s lore,
Scholarship seeds you sought to restore.

Then came a day—a memory to keep,
Of joy so pure, it stirred you deep.
A gathering of hearts, a table’s embrace,
Urban Meditation, a sacred space.
There, on your birthday, renewal took flight,
A gift to another, the future alight.

The checks you bestowed carried more than gold,
They carried the stories that never grow old:
Of courage and love, of rebuilding anew,
Of finding good people who carry you through.
Laughter and hope warmed the room that night,
As candles flickered with radiant light.

A birthday not of aging, but rebirth,
A celebration of purpose and worth.
To give back is to bloom in the soil of care,
And find blessings abundant, everywhere.
Through storms, you’ve learned what truly lasts—
The love we plant, the strength of our pasts.

Faith forged through adversity, now refined,
A thank-you to yourself, a heart aligned.
The year’s sweetest moment, a memory divine,
Of grace shared freely—a legacy’s shine.