Gerard Mace 1955 - 2005

Gerard was a man who loved good food
Washed down with a Stella
When he was in the mood
He’d order the finest cognac he could
To accompany his fillet mignon
Or his boeuf Bourguinon
After all he was French
To be precise Breton

He liked the crack
With his mates in the pub
He was usually down early
He didn’t like the hubbub
Sometimes he’d phone
And suggest you meet up
Other times you’d walk in
He’d be there on his own
He also enjoyed time quiet, alone
After all he was a Breton
From Brittany you see

Saturday morning’s he’d be at Blake’s in town
Scrambled eggs, smoked salmon
Strong coffee to wash it down
When he didn’t want to gallivant
He’d stay peacefully at home
Watering his plants
Reading, writing,
Just thinking on the bench
After all he was French
Our very own Breton
How we wish he hadn’t gone

Gerard didn’t do furniture
For years he only had one chair
He didn’t do barbers
He was proud of his long hair
He wasn’t materialistic
But you could always depend
On him when you needed a friend

Everyone left behind
Has memories of him
Thoughts we can share with Marie Christine
Stories for her to take home to mum
About the Geordie years when her son
Shared our lives, was a part of all of us
And how we consider that time such a plus

31/7/05 Annie Moir