A brushstroke painted across the skies, Oh captain, my captain, beloved uncle, Leaving us memories of your moustached-smile, Brown, twinkling eyes, quietly unassuming, Thoughtfully taking life in and generously giving it out, “Oh right… yes” you used to say as you listened to stories, Carefully drawn words, peering over half-moon glasses, And big ears for gentle listening. Your voice is part of the chorus of our family, Remembered with love, And echoing forwards through all the years to come.