Max

Max was a magical, marvellous man
hard as a nail
soft as sleet in the snow

done best he can do
‘til sleep surrounded –
miraculous Max – one day
found confounded

Max was ‘tall’ –
a drinking man? no
tawdry at times
a frugal face
once judgemental

with big heart
brave and bold
and views fundamental

Max knew things – more than most
markedly smart with sweet soul
family first, old or young
family always had been

home by six was his mantra
to play with the kids
luscious his love –
his smile, serene

gasping yet gracious
inviting pillow that night
the room was enveloped
the feeling so keen

gasping, so gracious
everything right
gaspingly gracious
as Max said;
Goodnight!