In the clamor of Memorial nights, Under the stars of May's gentle grace, Labor’s tide swept me into new heights, At the Levine reunion's bustling space. The echoes of laughter a distant hum, As the world turned within my sphere, A mother's heart, with each beat, succumbed To the rhythm of hope and trembling fear. Dr. Smith’s hands caught life's fragile thread, Six pounds, eleven—the weight of dreams, In my arms, no words were said, Just tears flowing in quiet gleams. The world melted to you and me, In that moment, time stood ajar, Between the whispers of what might be, You were my universe, my guiding star. Though years lay between our hearts, And words found pathways astray, The night we met still imparts A love that won’t fade away. For you mattered then, as now you do, In silent vows and hope’s endeavor, May paths untangled guide us through, To something brighter, something better.