Brian And Jeff No 3

In two-thousand-five, the doors swung wide, With Brian and Jeff full of vision and pride. Jeff, ever pedantic, exact in his care, Not a single detail escaped his stare. In theatre he stood, calm, steady, and wise, Restoring the world through delicate eyes. But beneath that sharp focus, a soft soul would shine, With warmth in his words and a heart so fine. He dressed every room, each wall and each chair, With colours and calm, and welcoming air. They opened the doors to their family-run art, A clinic of healing, of science and heart. Through laughter and tears, they treated each case, With patience and care, and a human embrace. Then came the silence, quiet and deep, As Jeff laid down his tools to sleep. The theatre missed his steady tone, And Brian was left to steer it alone. No longer the two, just one heart to steer, Through patience and pressure, through burden and fear. Brian stood at the helm, with grief held tight, Still giving each patient the gift of sight. Yet beyond the incisions and lines he must see, Lie the lives of the staff and their whole families. Brian you listen, you care, and you understand, you’re amazing leader with a gentle hand. Brian shoulders our hopes, our troubles and fears, And listens with kindness, through laughter and tears. A leader, a healer, a fatherly guide, Who carries us all with humility, and pride. Though heavy the task, you never complain, Your strength is in service, not seeking acclaim. For Brian has built, with love of his own, A family of many, though you’ve stood it alone. From squinting tots to grandad’s stare, Brian welcomes all, with expert care. Through trying times, you were our glue — A guiding light who we all turned to.