Father and son.
Dedicated to my son, Ron 1945-2012
When I saw him first
he was in the arms of a pretty nurse.
He stared at me, frowned, and blinked.
He gazed at her, smiled, and winked.
That’s my son, Ron.
He knew Diana was quite a dish,
to wed her was his ardent wish,
He chased; then she gave in.
He just had to woo and win.
That’s my son, Ron.
They soon were a family of four:
Chad, Erica, then five more
Grandsons and they all adore
My son, Ron.
Ron loved his family, and all of you,
and he was loved by all its true.
He loved to live his love to give,
That’s my son, Ron.
He was eager to learn
But anxious to earn.
To climb into the blue
And work with a crew
Who loved my son, Ron.
He was an avid baseball fan
Until football season began
Then he had backs to praise or blame
He knew each player’s rate and name
That’s my son, Ron
He was 67 years old
but 17 years bold
Worked out in a gym
To keep his stomach slim
And my son, Ron
wished to visit every land
So he took Diana by the hand
And they packed and set forth
To East, West, South and North.
That’s my son, Ron
Only I recall him at the breast,
Crawling and walking. I liked best
When he said “Daddy” first.
I thought my heart would burst.
So now it’s memory time
Of hikes and hills to climb,
Sea in which to swim or fish,
Trying to fulfill each wish
Of my son, Ron
Six years ago I got real smart
And to recover from years apart
We moved north to be with him
And found our love had not grown dim.
and my son Ron
Filled the void when my Ruth past
With acts of devoted love that last.
We found that on most things we agree:
On our love of mountains and the sea;
Of people, politics and mostly, family.
My son, Ron
Was most happy belonging to a crew
So he went to Panama with friends he knew
He liked to swim in pool or ocean
One night to illustrate his devotion,
He swam too far. A riptide swept him deep
Now until eternity’s surprise, he is asleep.
And God above is giving Gracious love
To my son, Ron
He was a man of muscle with a tender touch
He yearned to forgive and give much,
To sacrifice him self to fulfill other’s need,
But liked to workout, work, play and read.
I’m proud of his life: he loved, he cared
I’m grateful for these years we’ve shared.
He loved to learn,
And learned to love.
That’s my son, Ron.