I came across a poem my sister Maureen Spellacy McCarthy had written years ago to our Dad on Father’s Day. I found it in an article in the Newsletter April 17, 1996 for the RIPS, “Retired Irish Police” the article is by Peter V.Kilbane and I quote;
“From the Desk of Peter V. Kilbane; eulogy William J. Spellacy
Another Legend of the Cleveland Police Department left us on March 20,1996. Bill Spellacy , and all around kind, gentle person. We are all diminished by his passing. Those of us that were fortunate to have known Bill all know of his love for his large devoted family, love of country, and for the members of the Cleveland Police Department. Bill was loved and respected by the police officers that worked with him and in the annals of the CPD Bill’s leadership and the loyalty of the men assigned to his command were beyond compare.
Bill Spellacy was known as a Lieutenant that backed his men right or wrong many times to the consternation of his Captains etc., and in retaliation he was often transferred.
Among other things, he was also a humanitarian, and when a member of his shift was late or screwed up and assignment, he would show the officer the error of his ways and by his patience, he saved the career of many Cleveland Police Officers.
God will love you Bill, as er do, for you have done all He’s ever asked of you. May you be united with all your loved ones, who left before you, and Rest in Peace for a job well done.
Peter V. Kilbane
To Dad; this poem was placed on the back of Bill Spellacy’s mass card and was written by his daughter Maureen Spellacy McCarthy in 1956
Mender of Toys, Leader of Boys, Changer of fuses, Kisser of Bruises, Bless him, dear Lord.
Soother of ouches, mover of couches, pounder of nails, teller of tales, Bless him O Lord.
Hanger of screens,, counselor of teens, fixer of bikes, lover of tykes, Help him O Lord.
Raker of leaves, cleaner of eaves, dryer of dishes, fulfiller of wishes, Love him O Lord.
I can remember standing around her in a cluster with my other siblings as she wrote this, I can also remember my Father coming home dog tired from working 3 jobs but still calling to a neighbor and pulling this poem down off the wall to show a neighbor what a wonderful gift he had been given. How proud he was! He KNEW then and now loved and respected he is and always will be. I think that’s a rare thing for a Dad. But not ours , because of our Maureen’s specialty has always been reminding us, the people she loves, just how treasured and loved they are. And I bless her for that.