You held my hand when I was a child,
you could always make me smile
and when you’re gone
I don’t know how I’ll move on.
Your voice resonates inside my heart.
You were with me from the start
With stories to tell of a life lived well.
Some days only you could break my shell
I wish I could tell you what I mean
and everything you’ve done for me.
Hopeless I came to you, fatherless,
you saw the good in the oppressed.
A greater man I’ll never know,
not Kings or learned men, just a John Doe
who saw the light in daily life,
who changed my world amid the lies.
One day when I have a son,
I’ll tell him of the very one
who’s name he carries with pride,
of that beloved man who lives inside.
2011 (c) Evelyn E. Gaerke
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