Mark Johnson

You may have lived outside
Some lines of understanding
Yet it holds true, this world at times
Can be a bit to demanding

Still you persevered
With little second guessing
of just where you
or this world are headed

You were a rock, unmoving
A foundation well lain
Through all life's turmoil
It's crashing of waves

The silence that surrounds us now
Seemingly deaf and cold
of what was once joyous
Enough to move the soul

The music you'd play
Could bring an old man to his feet
The tune you would carry
Sounded mellow, and sweet

Your inescapable eyes
Cut through and through
To the heart
No words to describe
Though, you'd capture in art

If the easel was your shield
And the paintbrush, your sword
You fought brave and gallant
Piercing straight to the core

If these words hold no weight
Due to missing you, so badly
Suffice it to say...
Any man may be a father
But you were one special Daddy