By his side, I watched your son grow,
With shackles on small hands,
Their great weight you bestowed,
But learned to withstand.
Your mistakes he bore with a smile
With chin up and back straight -
But the weight of your sins was vile,
And his suffering great.
Fierce and determined, he became
A shining man with dreams -
The shackles no longer disclaimed,
The family name redeemed.
Your sins wiped away by his hands,
His smile never dimmed-
Went off to achieve his great plans
Even as his hair thinned.
He became a friend to many,
A big brother to moi -
A brilliant man that earned envy
And nothing less than awe.
Your stained name is almost gone,
Hardly ever spoken -
But your marker he did look on
with smiles unbroken.
His bright light too quickly taken,
But prove himself he did -
Fighting odds and never breaking