April Showers To Summers Sun Poem by Jenny Barton

From April showers to summer, s sun
Nobody knows when it is the last one
From autums fall to winters rain
No one knows if you, ll see them again.

A shoulder to cry on, a friend when in need
A loyal father and husband, living by his own creed,
Bringing a smile to the lips when no one else can
This is the true measure of what makes a great man.

A trained martial, he didn't suffer fools gladly
But for those that he loved, it was truly madly
We are all unique, but he had that special fire
A black belt of a man who lifted us all that bit higher.

They say it is better to have loved and lost
So the grief we feel now, is simply loves cost
If we could wind back the clocks, and yet not change a thing
Then there's consolation in how he made our hearts sing.

We loved him so much, as he always loved us,
And he wouldn't have wanted too much of a fuss

Best to slip away quickly, than slip away slow,
But his memory will be with us wherever we go.

From April showers, to summer, s sun
Nobody knows when it is the last one
From autum, s fall to winter, s rain
Our loss can only be, the heavens gain.

Rest in peace Ken as you will be missed.