115. Ode to Ron

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.