Gone Poem by jimmy blass

We know what loss of Father be,
Or Son or Brother means to we,
I know that only one can see,
That loss is greater than simple be.

For those who celebrate his life,
With stories, memories and the like,
Today we send a gift to the sky
And pray it brings hope to heart.

Gregory was his name with us
Greg, Father, Pops and such
And family secret, Cotton,
Brings smile and floods the heart

Gone as we all must be,
He, too soon for us, to the gallery
Of those we must remember
For how they touched our lives