Ron of name and face so common,
I paid you no notice, you were almost forgotten.
You were always there, but never left trace.
Except for a wink, a nod, and a smile on your face.
You could make and build whatever you or others lacked.
You were skilled and adept in many a craft.
You showed up to every project of service,
And quietly met other's unspoken needs with God-like purpose.
You raised a family, your last son with Down's -
although a full grown man, he's but a boy even now.
Always by your side every minute of your life.
During her last decade of life, a debilitating illness smote your wife.
Yet you never complained nor grumbled nor spoke ill word.
You faithfully, patiently, and humbly loved, served, and endured.
I did not see you then, but I honor you now.
And seek for company among those who wear the Servant's crown.
