He was not a proud man

Quiet choosing only to expose some

Talents when we needed to see

Face of a man we loved

Dearly sketched in pencil under glass


He was not a tall man

Smiling from the shadow of a

Fierce and driven third of four

Laughing queerly to our American ears

Wine glass and some small portion


He was not a loud man

Finding another at table to flash

Eyes or teeth guffaw before reclining

Only you might notice what might

Not have ever been at all


He was a good man

Companion for his life time

A source for healing us

Joy thickened with German salt

We miss him even now


Joshua Hughes