There was a man came from the sea with salted
love in his blood and salty words upon his tongue.
Master of the tiller and wheel, at home a captain
in the kitchen, and over the ocean commander
of hearts and minds.
He taught us all what it means to live under wind
and rain, storm and sun. He would cruise the waters
of the boundless main, then sit and charm us with
a few kind words of wit.
We are greater for having known him; but oh how
it hurts to bid him farewell.
So, it is, with life: we come and then we go.
A precious blossom blooms upon the mighty tree.
Inevitably, inexorably, after many a brilliant sunrise
and scarlet evening, summer turns toward autumn,
breaking our hearts, stripping our leaves and flowers.
All we have left is to be grateful for such a man, to have
loved him as brother, husband, cousin, uncle, friend.