#0023

The pain of losing you, I thought,
Was something I could use
To reveal depth of emotion;
Still realing from the news.
Yet, as I put pen to paper
I cannot think that I
Would show you disrespect to act
Like all you did... was die.
You went about throughout your life
Doing others good,
And to displace that memory
Is something I never should.
So this is no poem of regret
Or a ballad to goodbye,
Though it is true that I look back
and give a wistful sigh,
Then shake myself and recall the joy
And happiness that was shared;
I know that the call homeward came,
And that you were prepared.
The strands that came together in you
In the hands of the weaver
Were seen by all who knew you;
A true and firm believer.
You lived by the law of kindness
Staying close to God, you prayed
Being led to those who needed you
Willingly, you gave them aid.
You were no saint and I will try
And remember the good and bad
To give myself a real view
Of a true Person; Friend; Father and Granddad.