William or Bill as he was called,
He healed a hole in my heart;
I’m not his daughter or his wife,
But he was the father figure I sought.
When Paul and I met him,
We were neighbors on his street;
He had invited us to his church.
Where the family we would often meet.
Our friendship grew, as things we did
Helped us have fun and play;
We would go in a boat crabbing,
Together on the Chesapeake Bay.
He listened to concerts in the Glen Burnie Park,
At a church, auditorium or hall;
He listened to good “ole” Gospel Music
Of the Cathedral’s; Kingsmen; and all.
My memories of Bill will not be forgotten,
For he left an impression in my life;
He was always helping others,
Even through all of his strife.
We Will Miss You Bill and thanks for a life you
Shared as a Christian, among us.
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