Jeremy Pierce

Roses are red

Violets are purple

Sugar is sweet

And so is maple syrple

(Which he loved with

Some peanut butter on bread)

A child of the fifties

He lived a good life

Running around with his friends

And riding his bike

He had four younger brothers

Though he never got to meet them

Ricky, Randy, Tommy & Colon

Were waiting in heaven to greet him

In his teenage years

He looked like Elvis

Only he’d rather play bass

Than shake his pelvis

(He also played a mean bass fish

One time in Carlsbad Caverns)

While his right brain craved music,

Math and science on the left

Scientific notation, multiplication, division

Shared space with bass and treble clef

An engineer at heart

he could weld metal and sew,

Build furniture from crates,

And fix things on the go

He was a mechanic for cars

And trailers end to end

He sold trailer parts, later cookies

The road was his friend

His areas of interest

were varied and wide

He always loved learning

And was a teacher for life

Also an artist, he created

Stroking lines with great care

He used pen, pencil, charcoal

His visions he did share

He loved to travel

And see new places

Across the country we ventured

Exploring & greeting new faces

He told God he loved girls

So girls were all he had

He was delighted with this fact

He was the very best dad!

The Holy Bible he loved

Its stories he did tell

With detail and drama

We loved those stories so well

He cherished his faith

A true believer all his life

He found another just like him

His soulmate, best friend, and wife

He was a good man and we loved him

We’re sad he’s not here

In truth we know we’ll see him again

One day where there’s no sadness or tears

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Sugar is sweet

We sure miss you!