In the light of a lens, Chris captures the world, A creative spirit, his passions unfurled. At 46, his story is written in light, A Star Wars fan, his dreams taking flight. With memories of waves and boards in his past, Where the ocean would whisper, and the shoreline was vast. Now with tongs in his hand, he masters the flame, Through braai's smoky dance, he plays his best game. A father, the best, in his children's eyes, Crafts tales of adventure as vast as the skies. A son who brings warmth with each loving embrace, In the family circle, he finds his true place. With a heart full of laughter and life's joyful frame, Chris, in his essence, catches life in his aim.