Tim Russert-The Man of Summer.
He loved and was loved, in winter, spring, and fall,
but summer marked the best loves of all.
He was a journalist, that thought with his heart.
When his job seemed finished it was his start.
Summer took him to ball games, that rallied cheers,
where he escaped bad news, pressures and peers.
Summer blossomed him a lovely flower,
and he married her from a summer's hour.
He seeded in winter a great wonder,
a son budded the following summer.
When friends had babies he was at their sides.
Families were beautiful through his eyes.
He was a shining star.
He was a jolly heart.
Though his many degrees, with honors were gathered,
He had time to share, his tears and laughter.
He was firm, with a kind heart.
It never failed him, 'till the early summer, of his depart.
Nature held back a teary storm,
'till God held him again, in his arms.
Family and friends, gathered from around, and on high,
as he and the world, exchanged good-byes.
Angels calmly watched his awake,
then ushered him, through the pearly gates.
He was whooshed off, with such speed,
leaving mourners, to feel the breeze.
Nature reverenced a time to mourn,
then it gushed out a great storm.
Summer brushed him with a kiss,
a man of summer, the world will miss.