Back in ’49 left a city in red tape.. run to sun to make it done.. a wonderful escape.. to another Mother.. who l0ved with will to try.. made it warm and funny.. taught a duck to fly..
Train ride started back then New York City way.. you been engineering since.. each second of each day.. social maneuver groover.. dad poured on the coal.. kept it right on schedule.. things good for the soul..
Some tracks shiny silver.. money for the crowd.. set your engineer cap.. blew that whistle loud.. when young saw freedom saw the sky started my trip.. with what I had what I learned.. I launched a sailing ship..
As with Sister later you kept watch standing back.. steady with your man.. held our train on the track..
Through the times of insincere.. politics bad show.. beauty love.. the will to give.. gives the will go grow..
Could I write forever? yes.. your smile when fate gave pain.. beauty kept a train true on a track to ‘Beauty Sane’.. never stuck in a revival kept a road of true.. my mother with sense.. survival a love train named for you..
Happy Birthday thank you.. thank the man by your side.. thank you Mother.. Dad for the best of good train rides..
Thought.. ‘Unconditional love is the only true love’.. Peace Tony