“Quite some time ago this dreamer had been as old as I am young,
Ending at the beginning of what unknowingly came to be everything.
This curiosity is the committed creators insanity.
Discovering pieces of self within the infinite possibilities assembling the puzzles of iron.
That are heavy in heart when assembled,
shape a hammered heart which sparked this fury, igniting the life’s passion.
For thus love is an affair forged in the most relentless and creative of ways.
A tug-of-war between the selflessness of this gift and struggles of mans desire.
Expressed whimsically in truth for love could only create.
All these passion for beauty found in dreams of tomorrows rising son.
Blessed to continue creating every morning, Brightly shining as our sun always does,
Playing like the child we are in heart of hands.
Build by men respectful for this honor I have father my sculptor.
A wizard of a man whom sculpted dreams,
Much bigger then you and me could ever believe.
In love for life as art is the magic found his gifts, more then I care to count.”
Sincerely, your Little Squirt
