Let me tighten your brains, he would say,
I’ll give you a wallop, this way he would play.
Memories of a man, a dear and wise soul,
Italian all the way, left and went away some time ago.
A player of the cards, a trick or to win the game,
He worked in the shipyard, hard at it everyday.
Born in nineteen eighteen, Louis John Cordischi,
remember with me, Grandpa Louie,
He has a home in heaven, shared with loved ones today.
As I write these words of a man far away,
I see his face and his smile, his voice heard by me.