The Craftsman with the Golden Heart

A discreet thinker, 

An ingenious being, 

With a hushed demeanour 

What you didn’t say with your mouth

You said with your golden heart 

With your wise hands 

And your telling eyes

A father of five but a carer of many more 

A man of 79 years with a legacy of many more 

A legacy riddled with painted pictures 

Of patient passion.

Leaving behind a tree of genes, 

extending to four generations. 

Leaving behind a yearning crowd of kin, 

And here, right now,

Time is not our friend. 

Bodies made from dust will dim

But the soul is light forever,  

And although it hurts 

It’s goodbye, just for now 

And although it hurts 

He will hold you once again