In the cradle of dawn, his journey began, With the weight of the stars in his fragile hands. A miracle at birth, through storm and strife, Bubby wove humor into the fabric of life. At twenty-four, like a comet's swift arc, He left only memories to light the dark. With wit that sparkled like morning dew, He filled hearts with a laughter that always felt new. A grandson's love, a bond unbroken, In whispers of reminiscence, softly spoken. Papaw's joy, his shadow and sun, A life's fleeting passage, a love never undone.