Walkin' fast, and wearing a grin
His body, strong and tan
Inside the beautiful Pearly Gates, he goes
Our precious Concrete Man.

A tiny glimpse of a life, well-lived
So quickly, went the years
We hope to someday, see with smiles
Where now, we remember, with tears.

So take a look
Reflect awhile
Pause, but don't be sad
Here in lies a spot for love we made
For the man we call our Dad.

Richard "Dick" Mitchell
May 24, 2002