He was my hero long before I understood
The way he gave himself for us each day.
Good with his hands, he taught me what he could
And took in stride my fumbling mimicry.
Capable, he never claimed to know it all.
Modest to a fault, he taught humility
And brooked no pride of work or place.
He gave me his inquiring spirit;
Never left a curious stone unturned.
Valued the accomplishments of others
Above his own; stood in awe
At wonders wrought by Nature or by Man.
As careful as he was with tools, he was with words;
Loved to learn and share his learning.
Scientific minded, he still was bound by principle
And wasn't always swayed by evidence.
So far as I know never wronged another
Wilfully; but bore injustice stoically.
His laughter could surprise and please you;
Honest as it was spontaneous. If you
Paid attention he could make you laugh
Dryly - yarns were not his style.
He loved me in a way I took for granted.
I pulled away from him as I grew older;
If he was hurt it didn't show.
I know I hurt him later; many years
I hid from how we loved each other.
I'm thankful that we could come back together,
Grateful for the ones who brought me here.
Reserve gave way to admiration just in time.
We're not through with one another, any more
Than clouds are through with rain; but I can
Walk contentedly apart from him awhile.