From those sepia tinted days,
Of my golden memories,how
Can that single smile, a word of praise,
Yet remain so fresh,even now…

When the seeds of a distant dream,
Was sown, and how today I ponder,
When I see it come true, I wonder
What magic worked its way,unseen…

How someone’s faith, held true,
As now I stand here before you
And the unseen hours,that someone spent, for me
That little dream, it grew like a tree…

And today, with a smile when I look back,
Through those old pictures, white and black,
I thank the Lord for his blessings,merciful,
That he deemed it fit, to give me a guardian angel,so beautiful…