Betwixt two beaming stars, one forged of fiery passion and another sewn in patient wisdom

Begotten across tears and pleas, doth Saint Anthony burst open the dream once a shadow

Unto a troubled world the customs of men, a cold barren ground where many a soul has fallen 

Shone by the light transcended a dreary dark night, defying the odds came you, an early arrival 

Unconventional wisdom weaves your substance, creation brings forth her curious workmanship 

Spouted seed yet tender, scampering footsteps trod, an ant perceives not thorns and thistles 

Mother nature bursts forth stirring wonder and awe, as one we begin, so shall we return 

Hand in hand upon beckoning land, blossom and bloom in season, the wildflower it roams

Boulders and mountains tumble as oceans do sway, a child’s heart is steadier than them all

Plant firm feet on imagined vistas, behold the wandering valleys, be still the bliss of innocence

Freedom resides on less traveled paths, your heart’s first love waits patiently around the bend 

Be as one mighty, behold the firmament its magical splendor, lest ye forget by eyes worn weary 

Young wanderlust soon enters the dogma of men, with their enticements they do intoxicate 

Pay no mind as shiny new things in often browsed windows invariably end up dusty on shelves 

Ways of man snag the multitudes who eagerly dig graves for surrendered parts so precious 

Remember above the noise, a quiet breeze whispers, first we did frolic and laugh the day away 

Poor is the measure of men who barters intently, goods of the world merely skimming thin ice 

Such cares and troubles no child can grasp, out of lackluster fun, the moon merely reflects light 

Beckon they may but defiant you stay, move with great care and tact, cherish the simple way 

A man as his child bears fruit in famine, they who parch by abundance, thirst not in the moment 

A rise shall you give on that day, having ears now they hear, fun and laughter, a stillness of time 

A cold winter frost once sunrise brightly beamed, distills now as the dew upon fervor and heat 

Dash over hills and through the valleys on a yonder summer day, the world as an oyster 

By spirit of adventure, power from laughter, amusement and folly, monotony crackles 

Free are they who embrace the ageless child, young at heart a best friend, peculiar to masses 

Across the blue-sky backdrop to puffy cloud mists, such is the travel, endless stars gazing back 

Bubbles flow, rockets fly off slingshots, black powder pops sound, fireworks soar the horizon 

Land of milk and honey, rainbows, unicorns, many a giggle perforate lone wilderness bare 

Children and grandchildren, wield your best charms, then witness the sounds of unabated joy 

It is you; it is me, masters of fun, on their level we meet, there is now and nothing beyond 

An overindulgence of sweet ice cream and candy, up revs their engine, a sugar explosion 

March to a beat, such parades you do start, wild and free, bare feet trample and jump 

The place of dreams, fairytales, and superheroes unfold like popup books, the page it turns 

Not recognizing years hence, the one standing before, the greatest hero of all that were told 

Now kids they do grow on the hunt for adulthood, you steady the course and raise up the sails 

The child now with wisdom and experience, a love of learning, they still follow with ease 

Forget you they dare not venture, instilled glimmer and wonder, become anchors to hearts 

Whether upon a faint thought, inkling, or fond remembrance, the ageless child their grace 

As in past eras, shall they arrive, cliffs and deep chasms, a need to awake in forests from trees 

Remember they will, forever etched your presence, guiding them back to what matters most 

The greatest of teachers and mentors are not born but forged upon dreams, the eternal child 

None more qualified to shake off chains and shackles, than such as you, glad tidings received 

Generations fade fast, ways of the world they do change, the ageless child, the one constant 

Secret source of bright hope and good cheer, connection divine to forgotten days of innocence 

Be with us always dear friend and playmate, that we never forget your beautiful soul imprint 

Fall and rise we do often, travails of this world, walk with us often, to witness again your glory

-by Andy Schneider