The English language has many words which can have different and conflicting meanings. The following is a poem I wrote shortly after the death of my very dear Father. Until today the last word of the first verse read "fear" - to respect (as opposed to frighten or scare). So why change it now? - for my Mum who loved the poem yet hated "that" word. In hindsight now I understand. So Mum, this one is for you.

Reflections of a Man

Where is that man so strong, yet gentle
Who loved to have his children near
That man so kind and loving
A man his family would revere

Where is he who proud and tender
Held his grandchildren on his knee
And told them tales to make them laugh
Oh where is he

Where is he who cared for others’ children
Who taught them right for wrong
Who showed them love and understanding
Where has this man gone

Where is he who by example
Influenced the lives of many other
Who was a friend to everyone
And anyone could call him brother

Look not for him nor weep nor mourn
Remember all the happy days
The special thoughts each one holds dear
And memories of his life and ways

Ask not why he had to die
Remember him and be glad
For those who never met this man
Are the ones who should be sad

©Marian Barker