I wrote this for my dad's funeral in February. Managed to read it out without breaking up as well.
An Ode to Pops
Brought together in grief, for a loved one who died,
Where hearts ached with sadness, they now swell with pride.
Pride for a husband who cherished his wife,
Pride for a father whose sons were his life.
The sorrow we feel is borne from the pain,
Of the thought that we'll not see our father again.
But we carry the memory of the battles he fought,
The virtues he gave us and the lessons he taught.
His unwavering devotion as a family man,
His affirmations of "always, do the best that you can".
His protection so strong, advice always wise,
Integrity and honour shone through grey eyes.
He looked after us all, like a good father would,
I hope the same traits run through my blood.
So when my time comes, and spirit-winds calls my name,
I hope ‘my’ deeds in life can be measured the same.
Now with your body at rest, your spirit has flown,
You continue your journey to a life yet unknown.
Fly to the stars but wherever you soar,
You will stay in our hearts, forever more.
So good night "pops" and thank you, for the life that you gave,
Your qualities, your strength and your battles so brave,
We'll honour your words and 'do the best that we can',
In your sons and your wife, in death as in life,
You will always be our……superman.
(cue superman movie soundtrack music)
