There softly came a call
We couldn't see or hear the caller
but we knew he was coming soon
coming to see you dad
waiting in your room.
He looked at you gently and said, come with me Slim, come and rest, come with me Slim, you've done your best.
He took you to a place, to watch us from above,
He took you to a place, to which you were sent with love.
He took you without struggle,
He took you without fear
For those of us who love you
We will always hold you dear.
This was a poem i had written for my father who passed away christmas day 2003