A husband, father, and son,
A lifetime full of fun.
Filled with love for his six kids,
i'm sure he wanted, at times, to sell us for the highest bids.
We sure did test him so,
clear up to the day we chose to go.
Even though he had hands like a steel pad,
and we thought his thinking was rather odd;
we did at times feel the care in his heart,
I wish it could have been from the start.
I have come to realize as i have grown,
he was the only dad I have ever known.
I do love and miss him with all my heart,
but now he can keep an eye on us all even with us spread so
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I wrote this poem in memory of my stepdad, Edward "Eddie" Butcher Jr. Jan 9, 1949 to May 20,2009.