My daddy Zep
The Gift of a Father
He was born
Evangelista Angelo Zeppieri
a name with
distinction,
a name of Italian strength
Born to immigrants from Italy,
my daddy grew up in New Jersey
in a small little town called
Little Ferry
He lived on a street called
Henches Place
still a favorite memory of mine,
till he joined up with the Navy
as a very young man
I wonder . . .
did he know then
where his life would go from there?
He retired as a Chief
with honor and respect,
serving many long years
doing something he
absolutely loved,
so proud of having
served his country and
his fellow man
always a devoted husband
raising three children,
through good and hard times,
he could read a novel in just a day
you would always find him
tending with such care
to his beautiful and amazing yard,
you could hear his whistling
when he entered a room
bringing someone the gift
of one of his peonies,
I can't forget those bird tattoos
at home on the back
of each of his legs!
a reminder of his good 'ole
navy days
truly loving every minute of his life
battling cancer with grace
leaving a family behind
I am missing him everyday
that he has been gone
the gift he gave me
of being my daddy
words just can't express
