Tribute to Uncle Abe
By
Marilyn Carnell
(Revised February 27, 2023)
On a cold, gray day we laid him to rest. A man so still and quiet.
So hard to believe he was gone from us. Why did he leave
so suddenly? How could he slip away without our knowing?
Who would fix our steps?
Who would fix our doors?
Who would fix our broken hearts?
On a cold, gray day we laid him to rest, a man so still and quiet.
Surely God must have a greater need for him – things he could tell
the angels. But we were not ready to say farewell.
We thought our needs required his steady hand.
But he needed to rest – a new job to take.
It wasn’t our decision to make.
On a cold, gray day we laid him to rest, a man so still and quiet.
How could this big man with a gentle heart
be gone from our lives forever?
He was a success. A man among men.
Somehow, he knew that doing for others
brought true happiness within.
He loved his family and friends and
was rewarded with the respect and love of all who knew him.
We loved him so and wanted him to know
How sorely he will be missed.
So we said goodbye with a sigh and a cry
And on a cold, gray day we laid him to rest. A man so still and quiet.
©1998 Marilyn Carnell
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