Our children were born with talents galore;
Each day, I`d seem to discover some more;
Every one is a master in their own field,
Over which they timely there scepters wield.
One I proudly wish to boast about:
Mauritz, our musician, without a doubt;
He is truly a skilful expert of his trade,
A perfectionist, a talent surely God made.
The most important realization of his existence,
Is to perform and compose songs of brilliance.
Perfect pitch of music, any rhythm and sound,
He has everyone, everywhere, simply spellbound!
It has been his dream, since he was nine,
All it`s facets intensely to define.
Now he has become a guitar virtuoso,
Playing and performing forte spirito só.
His gift and skills are known and admired;
Thus far he has fulfilled what he has desired,
He has tokens to prove a steadfast career,
Loved, popular, in his profession austere.
Life has not treated him all that well,
But he never gave up, come high seas or hell.
Making the most of what he achieved,
Composing the music, the way he perceived.
His talent is an art, always pleasing to the ear
Of those standing within close range to hear.
As family we enjoy being there, at his side,
Watching his progress with interest and pride.
Play Life spontaneously, think of it as sound;
A perfect tune, where no false note is found;
Play it by heart and you`ll have to agree
There has never been such splendor in any melody.
Love you Mo.
Written 21 February 1987. Amended 15 September 2009.
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