My Dad

If you happen to glance,

as you pass,

you may notice,

on the wall,

a brass plaque laid on wood,

to mark where once stood, 

a man,

full of love,

full of faith,

in his favourite place,

the church.

Compassionate, 

family man,

kind eyes, 

huge smile,

stubborn as they come,

full of life,

full of fun,

would give you his last,

never asked,

for anything in return.

Though in stature small, 

he stood tall 

Stood up for his beliefs,

fought injustice,

stayed strong,

when things went wrong.

Full of integrity, 

full of strength,

a life lived well,

lots of stories to tell.

A man loved by many,

who knew,

he loved too.

Humble and kind.

He knew his own mind. 

Met bullies with a frown. 

And wouldn't back down.

Full of courage.

Full of zest.

My dad was the best.

So if you happen to see,

on a wall,

in the hall,

of the church, 

where he prayed,

spent his days,

a reminder of a man,

now gone,  

know in your heart,

his memory lives on.

By Maggie Martin