Matthew Scott Harris Born January 13th, 1959

Thank ye immensely devoted sister Shari for availing Shana Aubrey an expansive plethora of blessedly extravagant opportunities wherein here anatomical fist-sized noggin i.e. grey matter sponging up - less doable from me the biological father, who validates your doting, helping, kickstarting, et cetera I clamor to see! -------------------------------------------- Matthew Scott Harris Born January 13th, 1959 I shake my shaggy hirsute hair in utter disbelief, when the cocked arrow begat thine conception, when meal ate mum and octogenarian papa begat their second offspring and only son, what now seems to be a stepped-up pace, where father time doth affix another candle to blow where the passage of life now measured in swiftly tailored decades denoting another birthday, when in the blink of an eye, I vividly recall crow wing like a Lil whippersnapper of a boy leisurely playing monopoly for make-believe dough... -------------------------------------------- nothing ranks as the greatest gift since being a father twenty-one years ago then bearing witness to grow increasing autonomy of my two precious daughters whereby each will become master of their domain, and meet a loving beau (actually thy eldest dates a delightful young man from Puerto Re Coe), whom intuition discerns would be a near perfect match – and this papa intuits dough nuts to dollars – that such an em man hint gentle, humble, intelligent lad – doth hoe pa fully become the future groom of said firstborn, (which outcome I know wing couched in a couple of poems sent his way, and no doubt his smarts lo' and behold revealed the slightly obscure wish), where love doth most obviously abound mo' then prevailed between myself and bride o' mine these last deuce score plus (21+) years, but now this Poe whit aspires to recognize the worthiness of she, whose chose thyself as a lifetime groom cuz peaceful status quo avoiding animosity – as thyself and spouse gently row merrily...merrily...merrily our once quite rickety craft which oft times in the past needed a tow off the craggy shoals of constant woe.