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.
Thank you for your beautiful and heartfelt verse for your grandpa. It struck a deep chord within me, perhaps because of my Italian lineage, and brought up many wonderful memories. Ray
Thanks for reading and your thoughts.
On Fri, Aug 18, 2017 at 3:30 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
Beautiful. Also struck a chord with me!