Papaw

My Papaw was a simple man who wore many hats
He was always up to something
From fixing up his bathroom, to rescuing me from a flat

The ultimate family man
He loved spending time with his wife & children
B-B-Qing, mowing the grass, he was living the master plan

He called Nell "my sweet wife"
He loved that woman more than anything
The last 59 years were the best of his life

His son & daughter were such a blessing to him
Sheila received his gift of music
Rick was his fishing buddy and best friend

Blessed with 2 granddaughters didn't slow him down
Coaching softball & riding motorcycles
Fixing the old homestead up from the ground

Ashton was the first great-granddaughter, the light of his eye
Oh how he loved driving her around on the tractor
Looking for bunny foo-foos low and high

Little Julia came next, she loved her Papaw from day one
He delighted in teaching her nursery rhymes
How he loved to see her running to him before church had begun

His soul has music imprinted upon it
"Rock of Ages" "Mansion on a Hilltop"
If I close my eyes I can see him at the pulpit

For now he is leading the Heavenly Choir up above
Singing "I'll fly away" like he's never sung before
Close your eyes, listen, and feel his love

Dedicated to my Papaw, Don Harris
12-7-31 - 7/7/10