Fredo, I know now your last dream
was to visit Disneyland.
And you didn't make it.
Your sweet smile was toothless,
Your New York cap hid
a round bald head
Huge as an oak tree
Death cut you down
at night. Alone.
43 years of age
Not unexpected but
you touched my heart Freddo
and I thank you for the
chocolates.
Of one thing I am sure,
You are in Disneyland now
on a forever ferris wheel
eating candyfloss
with Mickey mouse ears
and your happy toothless smile
brightens Heaven.
copyright L. Ivison 2025
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