Golden chariots with opulent interiors carry the angels heaven bound,

I would harness a chariot of gold for your birthday if one could be found,

But for you I would be a wandering lost soul still living in war’s loneliness,

We share an endless river of love, together we have found happiness,

Another birthday celebration that I appreciate much more than you,

There’s no word known to express my gratitude for all the things you do,

Only I can relax in the embrace of your soothing aura to become a man,

You surround me like warm flowing water to touch every pain you can,

Upon my departure of this paradise that came from your love given me,

My desire is sincere that my tombstone reads the following for all to see,

“Here lies the husband of Patricia Napier King, the luckiest man on earth,”

Know this my angel, my life wouldn’t be so wonderful without your birth,

The photograph I’ve treasured more than precious gold means so much,

Yet I would part with it for but a moment more to feel your fingers touch,

I’ve loved you forever it seems, yet daily I find reasons to love you more,

Happy Birthday my beautiful little angel, your loving me is what I live for.

The end, happy birthday baby.  I love you, Pat.

To our cherished readers, I have given instructions with my son and daughter that I have two requests upon my passing.

-That my lifelong treasured photo of Patti be in my fingers hold when I am laid to rest. 

-My second request is that my tombstone reads:

“Here lies the husband of Patricia Napier King, the luckiest man on earth.”

This must be the prominent line and the top line of my tombstone please.  I do plan to be around a long time. With prayer,

faith, hope and love, I know it can happen.  So, don’t make the stone too soon.

Pat