Jim

This is a personal poem written for my late father-in-law. I wasn’t sure whether to post it but Scott (my husband) said he would love the idea of being immortalised in poetry.

Jim

My father in law was one of a kind

A huge personality, interesting mind

Determined; unwielding; for years almost blind

One of a kind but mostly just kind

I wonder if, as a nipper he knew

he’d make such an impression upon me and you

He’d learn German words,  not just a few

and be canny at saving a penny or two

Stories about Jim, let’s be honest, there’s plenty

With his knack of not doing quite what he was meant to

Always bring a smile, that we can attest to

No more requests to Alexa to play 70s disco

Now our Jimmy’s up there sampling all the whiskies he pleases

Eating ethereal crackers with doorsteps of cheese, it’s

a fair bet he’s drinking the heavenly soup

with a Fibogel chaser to make sure he can poop

Now he rides the great cherry picker up in the sky

carrying his 2 by 4 and a small piece of ply

The thought of which brings a quiet tear to my eye

and a small smile of course – category wry

We’ve all said our goodbyes, shared some laughs, shed our tears

Lets all raise our glasses – whisky, wine or beers

A show without punch now we’ve laid him to rest

Cheers to you Jim Easton – simply the best!