He is the sun that warms my day,
The steady hand that lights my way,
The voice that guides through storm and strife,
My bomba, teacher, friend for life.

A man of principles, so strong,
With every word, he taught me song—
The rhythms of a life well-lived,
The truth of love, the joy to give.

With violin and flute in hand,
He shared the music of the land,
Each note a story, rich and bright,
A symphony of wrong and right.

Through every chord, through every key,
He showed me how to truly see,
The beauty in the things we do,
The courage in the dreams we pursue.

In chess, he'd teach me strategy,
The moves of life, its mystery—
How every choice and every turn,
Can teach us lessons, make us learn.

He taught me how to stand my...