My Cousin Joe

His name is José, named after his dear Dad.
But everyone knows him as Joe,
Ever since he was just a lad.
He went in the Navy early in life,
To see God’s wonder in life’s early launchpad.

Now Joe is an artist who loves working with his hands,
A sculptor, who most folks don’t know
Worked early with law enforcment to ID’ and speak for the dead,
He used his artistic talents and all combined,
To give comfort to the relatives and those left behind.

Now Joe has been known to take you donuts and such,
To make up for the trouble he caused to the people he touched
For appointments and like,
Like a well-oiled game plan,
Either way, people won’t soon forget the Crispy Creme Man!

Now later in life,
Joe stopped all he was doing
To devote and give care,
To his dear Mom and Dad,
Who could not have gotten better care anywhere.

Now Joe with his humor and wit
Can tell you war stories of his long life;
Be the first to admit that everyone in his path
Has given him love in life’s foot race,
For he knows he’s been blessed by God’s beauty & grace.

Now recently Joe had been grieving his old doggie that had just passed on;
So upset; well, one cold night, at the VA Hospital, at 2 am in the morning,
Runs into a man who tells him that he’s going to have to give up one of his dogs;
So the miracle is Joe finds his forever new doggie, Lexi,
Clearly sent from heaven, at just the right time, 
When he needed a new guardian angel to watch over him.  Now, everything is well with him again.

Love you, Primo…
Bob Collazo, 1/27/21 & Edited on 02/07/23

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