This poem was written for a lady in North Carolina whose husband
had died.
He was always friendly and kind,
and always had a good frame of mind.
He was a husband and he loved his wife so dear,
he was always there to dry every tear.
He was a great dad,
and the kids could come to him when they were sad.
He was a great friend yes indeed,
one you could count on when you were in need.
He loved to deer hunt I've heard him say,
and he rarely let one get away.
He loved the Lord and I've heard him say,
he was going to heaven some happy day.
Then in the casket where he lay people would come by and say,
he was a great guy in every way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice tribute, Conley.