Neat-oooo, Chatty!

Words: ubiquitous, udder, ugly, ukulele

The spirit of those gone on before,
Enter my mind, more and more.
Dad is most frequently present, it seems,
It absorbs all that surrounds me,
Like some ubiquitous beam.

I see his smile, I hear his voice,
He's there in the barn,
Hand milking an udder, on a cow named Joyce.
Other times he's playin' a ukulele,
The one he got from younger cousin Haley.

Loved ones' spirits are precious for sure,
Nothin' ugly comes from memories,
Of kin you adore!