May

I'm a bit slow starting this month because my father-in-law died. I wrote a poem for the occasion.

His Voice

No star shone bright as his face when he sang
in the front row of Swansea’s Male voice Choir.
No voice was ever raised or ever rang
so true and honest, nor with such desire
always to speak the truth but speak it kind
for he never spoke ill of anyone.

His voice was reason and his counsel wise.
He lived his life with laughter in his eyes
no side, no hidden motives, no disguise
that was the true stature of the man
and why his voice will never lose its power
for those who gather now to say Nostar.

(Nostar is Welsh for goodnight.)