In honor of Ray Sr.
In uniform, clutching your sweetheart, standing outside your shop
Photos of you linger in my mind long after you breathed your last
It’s been 27 years since you first marveled at my funny red mop
Your name, your memory, your photos inspire me to give all I have

So glad he got to see the “red mop.” He was so very joyful that he got to see you. He was so proud of you. You were only a baby and you had that man wrapped around your little finger. So sorry you didn’t get to know him.