Upon the shores of Portugal, we tread
With daughter dear, to Fado’s haunting tune
In Lisbon’s heart, where melodies are spread
She finds a glimpse of passion ‘neath the moon.
Azulejos, in vibrant hues, we seek
With daughter’s hand in mine, we gaze in awe
On walls adorned, where stories softly speak
In every tile, a tale without a flaw.
To castles old, my son’s heart, we now guide.
With armor bright and dreams of knights of old.
In Sintra’s realm, where history can’t hide.
His youthful spirit climbs the fortress bold.
In Portugal’s domain, our hearts unite.
These memories, in time, a guiding light.
Hayden Coombs 