Pete was my dad
And my dear good friend
We loved each other
To the very end

He was kindhearted
Especially around kids
They somehow knew he
Was one of them

It’s only Pete
The kids would say
Whenever they saw him
Coming their way

Pete’s heart was
Purpled by war

Only to be
Fully restored

With Helen and
Their family of four

Pete tickled
My funny bone
Chiseled my heart
And sculpted my soul

I say to myself while
Cooking soft boiled eggs
I’m making the kind
Daddy used to make

Pete loved the Mills Brothers
and their melodious ways
He adored Louis Armstrong with
His historic horn holding sway

Pete’s heart was
Purpled by war

Only to be
Fully restored

With Helen and
Their family of four

Pete is with me now
As I write his song
Cheers dad and thanks for
Bringing home my first guitar