Here beneath this granite stone
Lies the heart and soul and solid bone
Of someone who was called with love
Dad and Grandpa and Honey Dove

A man with a smile and a velvet voice
Full of laughter and storys of every choice
Who said what he meant and meant what he said
And laughed with his children preparing for bed

Who worked every morning late into the day
Never complaing but thankful for a full day's pay
He wasn't a large man in body or size
His mind and his humor and his heart was the prize

This man will be missed by a lot of his folks
His smile and his wisdom and his collection of jokes
But most of all when we feel alone
We'll remember with love the wonderful man that lies under this stone.