My Second Father, My Uncle, My Friend His hugs and laughs cured my broken hearts. His advice and counsel - considerate, smart. In my happiness, he'd also rejoice. Be still, listen. You can still hear his voice In each kind word, in each bird song, His words spoken softly yet mighty, strong. His sense of humor - unexpected, dry. For rare birds, a watchful eye. A gentle spirit one couldn't ignore. His love for God and nature we all adore. He put up the fight of his life To stay here with daughter and wife. A life cut too short, hard to comprehend. My second father, my uncle, my friend. I love you Stever! You will always have a piece of my heart! ~ Emily