He was not just an ancestor
As to many others it would seem,
He was a good, kind and thoughtful man
Whose loss, to me, is but a dream.

No harsh words have I heard him utter,
No tantrums thrown despite his age,
He was always such a kindred soul,
No fits of anger or of rage.

He had his sweet way of getting annoyed,
Yet I doubt he was ever a cause of annoy,
His deepest thoughts were with half-closed eyes,
His aging mind as sharp as the wise.

He brought such joy to my growing years
With his share of humour and cheerful ways,
A man so disciplined in every walk,
From when he arose till he ceased to talk.

I learnt so much without his teaching me,
Just by the way he lived his life,
Made me see the good from the bad,
How I wish I had been nicer that I had.

Thoughts of him stir feelings so deep,
Heated tears threaten to drown my vision,
I find it hard to rest in sleep,
Now that I have only memories to keep.