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
5.March.2013
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