Poetry

My father lived for God, family, friends
and for his country,
just before his death, as a lay preacher
he gave a sermon in pain while trembling,
he was formidable, the kind of man
to emulate,
his word was true, more concrete than steel,
integrity did radiate from him.

[Reference: “Ballade van die patriot” (ballad of the patriot) by T.T. Cloete.]