Take flight and join your many wings,
go soar with all those birds you housed,
and race the Concorde through the clouds;
don’t stop ’til you reach heaven.
Take care, I know you always do,
you’d tinker ’til the tests ran true,
your measured words were tailored too;
today mine echo out from you.
Goodnight, and rest as you once knew,
although we’ll miss your morning brew,
your laugh before the joke was through,
we know you’ll be happier up there with the weather,
where your silver-pin wings will transform into feathers.
Take care (I know you always do).
Take flight; the sky was made for you.
~ for Poppa ~