Once there was a just man, a righteous man
Whose life touched many and more.
Honor and dignity wreathed his brows
And duty beckoned him in every style.
He did not shirk, he did not buckle;
Steadfast he was in all life’s callings.
From his core to the corridors
Resounded his watchword, ‘ethics’.
Diminutive though he was,
Here was a giant of a man
Whose shoulders bore the bulk
Of all his profession
With surefooted ease and rectitude.
Now that he has passed
Into the pages of memory,
His sons, his daughter, and the wife of his life
Yearn for his presence and long for his love,
A love that nourished their lives before
And a love that will bless their futures.
RosyView 
Could not have pictured him better.
I was hoping for a lasting portrayal. What I can do is write. I hope that he can see this.
Beautiful tribute. How are you doing? I will try to stop by tomorrow after my doctor’s check up to bring you the articles and the FM donation forms. Liz
Thank you.
Your poems are so moving! The emotions are nearly tangible enough to touch. Our prayers are with you, Rosy Auntie!
Thank you. Your words are very encouraging.