Charles Kauffman, a finer man you never would know, A helper, a doer, a father, a brother always wanting to know how he could better himself or another … A friend as were there no foes, with that infectious laugh, who’d ever know he had woes in this life that he loved and fought to endure no matter the lows. Charles, or Chuck to a few, had a smile that would always welcome anew His friendship and strength in that how do you do… He always asked, and wanted to know If life was treating you ok or just so so. Charles Kauffman, what a wonderful man And a heck of a bridge player in this land of the hand that he shared with the earth in a passionate way of creating the beauty we enjoy every day.. His sunflowers, oh how brightly they shone In the field, in the vase. Or just all alone Like his smile or that twinkle in his penetrating eye,,, You had to love him He was so kind He melted your heart, time after time His manner and class were his kudos As he traveled the world in just those plain clothes We’ll miss you, chuck, as you go on your way To the land of the Mighty on that happy day Where pain is none other to one or another And sunflowers glow in the light of the day...
