A Lovely Man Called Jeff Poem by Royston Allen

For eighteen long days he had hardly slept
And night and day his loving vigil kept
Sat by her bedside and with tender care
He swabbed her mouth and stroked her long brown hair

He seldom spoke but he had kept alert
His heart was aching and it really hurt
to see his darling wife just lying there
slipping very slowly beyond his care

Then on Christmas Day she succumbed and died
His long vigil was over and how he cried.
With love so tender and with love so true
he had done everything he could do

I was privileged to watch such a scene
The way that he cared, the man he had been
Other men boast in their strength and prowess
But Jeff showed his love by his tenderness