Hot Cup of Joe

A man of faith
And neighborhood "watch dog"
Always leaving his door open
to his children & grandchildren.
Movie watcher
and coffee drinker.
Always offering us a fresh "Hot Cup of Joe."
Growing up in the tobacco
fields of Kentucky-
Blue shirts with pockets
And suspenders he wore most.
Working with his hands as rank of Tech Sergeant.
Mister "Go fix it"
Always knowing the end was near-
Yet knowing we are never alone.
"I am at peace."
Never the end, but simply the beginning of something new.

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