Every time the phone rang you died
Not every time the phone rang I cried

For you may be where you need to be
Away from pain, loving strain, just free

Every time I passed the bowls park I thought of you
Not every time I wanted to

For it reminds me of how far way you are
Spiritually longing angel belonging shared scare

Every time I see checkered patterns I think of you
You a king and a knight this is too true

For you are my rival in chess my partner in mess
Secured by a joke only by your hand  did I feel blessed

To me you are my jester and my knight
Cruel victim of a monstrous fight
You are a model and a muse
This no one can refuse
But if I had to use a poem to say goodbye
I'd have to title it

The king and I

My King, my Captain, my Granddad.