I knew a man so big and strong,

Who had a child’s mind,

But underneath that great big frame

He was loving and so kind.

An accident at birth, they said!

That caused poor Timmy’s fate,

But anyone who showed him love,

He wouldn’t hesitate

To make them all his friends,

And pretend all different things,

Like answering his telephone,

When it never rings,

He would pretend to draw a picture,

Just to make you smile,

And sometimes find a quiet spot,

And sleep for a little while,

I got to know dear Timmy,

In a home near Tenby town,

Call in if you can’t face the day,

When you’re feeling down,

Tim will greet you when he sees you,

And have a cup of tea,

He will get you a chair,

So you can chat!

To all his family.

Bob Lowe