A Tribute From Matthew On The Seventh Anniversary Of Our Peter’s Passing
June 1st followed May
It was a cold and raw day
The defender left the house
He was embraced by his loving spouse
Did he know that Monday would be his last?
In the service of others he maneuvered fast
Conviction of steel
A heart of pure gold
Always a warm hand to hold
He touched all those he met
In those minds Peter was his name
Once gifted with his smile and warmth
Their lives would never be the same
To love and to give offered him great joy
Despite the years he had the promise and soul of a beautiful boy
His family and friends always at the center
It wasn’t just for clients he assumed the role of defender
To champion, to protect and to love
That energy pushed him to soar above
A drive to succeed in the eyes of others helped make him wise
Life to him was joy and an unfolding surprise
Our loss that he met an untimely demise.
On that gray Monday the universe had its say
My dad was to go another way
The man that was a King took his last breath in Queens
7 years later I still struggle to know what it means.
An adopted child who fell into his family, who would have guessed
To call him my father, I was truly blessed.