Ode to a man

A man stands at the gates of heaven
Was he a good man, a kind and generous man?
Did he do unto others as they would do unto him?
Was he loved and respected, loyal and honest
Did he work hard and provide for this family
Did he care for the soil and the fruits it provided
This man would surely walk through the gates
And be accepted in heaven as he was loved and accepted here
He was our man, a husband, father, pop, brother and friend
Generous, honest, loyal, strong, independent, a hardworking man
A smile that would show warmth in his eyes and the lines on his face
Hands that could wield a sledge hammer and arms that could cradle a baby
A heart large enough to be broken but small enough to be mended
With a strong back and broad shoulders he stood tall and proud
Always at the ready with a kind word of advice,
He was a good man he was our man


Written by my Mum about my Pop fro his funeral.
Miss you Pop :/