In a town where laughter danced on the breeze,
Lived a man named Peepaw, with a heart meant to please.
They called him Mu Dad, with a spirit so grand,
He poured every ounce of himself into his land.
From sun-up to sundown, he gave his best,
Water sprinklers opened, bringing laughter and rest.
In the park, where the children would run and would play,
His joy was the sunshine that brightened their day.
Camp lunches packed with care, sandwiches wrapped tight,
Teen Center's snack bar, a haven each night.
Community talent shows, where dreams took their flight,
He cheered with a smile, his pride shining bright.
Awards for the winners, more praises to share,
Basketball, baseball—his love was everywhere.
Recreation whispered through laughter and cheer,
To the youth he was more than just a mentor near.
Block parties sizzled, the grill’s smoky plume,
As friends gathered closely, dispelling all gloom.
Field trips to parks, with thrill rides and screams,
Creating fond memories, woven like dreams.
On summer nights, magic spilled into the air,
Watching Bruce Lee battles—Bill Cosby laid bare.
A projector shone brightly on a white bedroom sheet,
Fifteen Brandon Ave, where the fond memories meet.
He nurtured the bonds that brought neighbors around,
With twinkling eyes, he spread joy profound.
A father to many, with love as his creed,
In the garden of life, he planted each seed.
So here’s to my Peepaw, a legacy vast,
A beacon of hope, and kindness unsurpassed.
In every heart stirred by his wisdom and grace,
He lives on forever, in this cherished space.