Angelo

By the shores of Lake Garda, 'neath the Italian skies so blue On a July day in '38, Angelo first drew He grew up with the whispers of waves and morning clean air A cautious heart, a gentle soul, with kindness rare. On his graduation day he received a silver ring, swore he'd never be a communist a high school teacher he became, moved to Schio where he settled up and married Amelia, my mum With chalk dust on his fingers, and lessons to prepare He'd teach the young to dream big, with wisdom from the heart But in his eyes a cautious glow, kept everyone apart Angelo from Garda, your love was always clear A father's gentle guidance, through every doubt and fear Two kids you raised with patience, in your overprotective way We thank you for your caution, and your conservative mind Weekends spent beside the lake, with laughter in the air Loving family and simple times, threading love with care You'd hold our hands a little tight, afraid we'd slip away But we felt your heart so close, in your cautious, loving sway Angelo from Garda, your love was always clear A father's gentle guidance, through every doubt and fear Two kids you raised with patience, in your overprotective way We thank you for your caution, and your conservative mind Now the memories come flooding, of lessons learned and love Of a father standing strong as stone, a gift from up above Though sometimes we resisted, your cautious overstrain We now see the wisdom, in the shadows of your chain