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Canada Dreams |
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HOWARD
He'd step down from that big red truck
Adjust his belt again
Light his ever present cigar
And pat his thinning hair in place.
His blue eyes would twinkle, filled with mirth
His wit compared to none
His left ear would twitch, tears would fall
As we joined in on his fun.
Big Ging he'd call and I would respond
And problems we'd share together
Our ups and downs, good or bad
Our thoughts were for each other.
He always went on time
A routine never broken
Above reproach, a man so fine
No bitter words are spoken.
He's left a million memories
To those along the miles
His thoughtfulness, his quiet ways
it always brings a smile.
A joke he'd told, a deed he'd done
A dedicated father
A friend to anyone in need
My husband and my lover.
God knew he was getting tired
As along life's way he trod
So he called him up to heaven
To a resting place with god.
I am so very lucky
To have shared his special love
I'll always feel him near me
Even though he has gone.
Like a cloak his love surrounds me
Teaching me to trust again
Howard you'll never be forgotten
And some day well be together again, to stay.
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