A priceless polished gem to some, to others not.
A  diamond  ever in the rough,  his mother thought

A quizzical boy,  challenging and defiant too
keeping her on her toes, wondering what to do

Carved of a mold, unique  in his own way.
A diamond  being slowly polished  each day.

Dogs and things of four legs welcome in the yard
A heart of gold, diamond skin, goodbyes so hard

Walks upon the shifting sands in search of treasures new.
Talks of tales, distant roars, he certainly had a few.

Sometimes laughing, sometimes sad, trying to be tough.
Forever caring, not long mad, seldom ever  had  enough.

Living life freely as a wanderer on a darkened trail.
Struggling so to make ends meet, wishing not to fail.

Loving all his children as much as he did each pet.
Challenging right and wrong, making his mother fret.

Playing Pinochle through the night,  waking late to eat.
Talking on a computer phone, resting two tired feet.

Staying ever close to family as each day passed by.
Always watching over things with a caring eye.

You are no longer this diamond in the rough.
A son, brother, father, uncle and cherished friend
Standing beside our Savior in eternal life......

Now a deeply polished gem.


(note):  I read this at a memorial service for
my Brother In Law Ronald Hewitt.  Ron died 2
weeks ago of Terminal Cancer.  He was 53.  He
is missed by us all.  His mother asked me to
write a poem about him.  This depicts him well.
I have a second that I will post shortly.
Please do not feel I am trying to hog the board.
I just want to share.

I hope you enjoy it.