There Was Nobody Else Quite Like Vern

I’ve had many friends, met most of their dads
And most that I’d met were quite nice.
But of all that I’d met and had gotten to know,
The kindness from Vern had been twice.

From a very young man to my older age now,
Every time our encounters were warm.
I always had wished that my dad was like Vern,
But it seems to me God broke the form.

The form that had molded a wonderful man,
A father and husband devoted.
No matter what happened to Bob, my best friend.
Vern always was there I had noted.

I can stand here today without any remorse,
For I learned Vern was sick and was dying.
So we went up to visit just a short while back.
In a sense we went there for Good-bye-ing.

My deepest regret, looking back on the years,
That my visits were so far between!
So busy with all of my own self-affairs,
It was seldom that Vern had been seen.

He always was kind. His humor was good.
He treated me much like a son.
I never had anything bad I could say.
I am sad that his kindness is done.

We shared a few words about where he was going,
When his time came to leave this old place!
I could tell that Vern knew, that his home would be Heaven,
He was covered with God’s mighty grace.

So I stand here today, very sad of our loss,
Yet joyful of what I am sure of.
The cancer Vern had, that couldn’t be fixed.
God had a wonderful cure of.

His suffering is over, the angels are singing.
One of their cherished is home.
Vern you were one of my favorite dads.
To you, I’ve devoted this poem.