IN MEMORIAM
We saw what it was to labor with love
Everywhere his hands had worked.
He girded us with cedar logs
And sheltered us with sturdy trusses.
He paved a path around the pond
And cleared a loop trail through the brush.
Hie gardens fed us healthy food.
Colorful blooms were harmonious.
Patient, quiet, steadfast and good,
A listener whom we could trust,
At ease in the role of fatherhood,
Not the type to make a fuss,
He was taken from us all too soon.
How we wish he were still with us.
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