Tad: Father

He died as he lived Peacefully and alone Waited for the moment We left the room. Saw us all over the last days To say no more tears We can live life without him Remember over the years How can we not remember Our tad, was the best No fuss, gentle guiding Always there for us His funeral was a humanist Someone read our a rhyme I had written for Tad Made people cry Colour was the order For clothes to wear Not all black Like a crow he would say. A welsh choir sang Myfanwy, and The Rose Played classical music To take him home Afterwards people said Wonderful funeral what was it's name You did him proud Think we will have the same. Tad :    Welsh word for father. Feeling the anger of losing my Tad, also recovering from openheart surgery, made me wistful.