Memory

A poem dedicated to a wonderful person who was gone too soon.

MEMORY

 

He loved the young kids,

It showed on his face,

He smiled through games,

He taught kids with grace.

 

He gave kids a sport,

Everyone could go play,

"Have fun! Play Nice!"

And all'd be okay.

 

He taught and he umped,

For me and for you.

All so our kids

Had a fun thing to do.

 

"Softball" and "Quinn"

Were names all as one.

No one could top

Everything he'd done.

 

Where ever you'd go,

Where ever you'd stay,

You'd hear the name Quinn

And think "C.T.K."

 

So off now to Heaven,

Our dear John Quinn,

May that ballfield be greater

Than the one you began in.

 

Author's Note

Remembering a special person who was gone too soon. Taken from my blog http://angeldonor.blogspot.com/

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

What a beautiful tribute, Mrs. G! I did not know him, but I knew his wonderful reputation with the kids. May he rest in peace...

[Jennifer Gladen]

Thanks Rita :)