Gerry started as a dream, long before his birth,
Created by the Lord above he brought both love and mirth.
He’ll always be a son who cared, a brother who stood true,

An uncle, friend and in-law who was always there for you.
He was protector to his sons, so proud as he stood by

And watched them play and learn and grow, both apples of his eye.
As a Grandpa Gerry soared, with Cam and Dax he’d play,

He’d make up games and fix their toys and kiss their tears away.
Gerry’s home, his pride and joy, a yellow house so grand,

Was built by vision, faith and toil by his strong, callused hands.
What man could do all that you ask, how could one be so right?

I know beyond a doubt because he was my shining knight.
He left too soon, we’ll never know the reason or the rhyme,

Gerry gave so much, you see, but got too little time.
In days to come, when thinking of him causes tears to stream,

We must remember he’s the man who started as a dream.