Why on category Family? because he is one of us, a brother, a cousin, a friend, a peer and many other things, but foremost, one of the most loved in our family.

Like Humphrey Boggart’s “Rick” didn’t said in Casablanca:
“…play again it, Santa…”





Ulysses used a boat to conquer myths,
Hannibal, elephants to take on the world,
cousin Fee just needed a guitar for start
humming, sitting on Nova Scotia’s shore,
melancholic tales of beached old seamen
that can’t remember but didn’t forget love.

Sometimes he will become the granddad
that on little grandchildren smiles draws
with stories of dragons and princesses
or a little mouse and a cat named Tom,
he will sing to them very known melodies
until the lullabies the babies eyes close.

By the end of the year he will become Santa
hearing wishes of little ones and grown ups,
bringing all the people a little more together
like glue sent for us by a benign smiling God,
a Canadian cousin no less, and a loved one,
just not south of their border, but all around.

The picture was taken by Rose, a sweet thing
with a husband prone of falling from the roof,
we smile as we see our Fee entertaining fingers
borrowing from his guitar wings for his soul
as he tells all the arriving sea waves from afar
about love in his heart as he sits on that rock.

Gentle man, gentle friend, life’s a corkscrew
that will try to twist the tail of every old dog
not having a guitar to fend off the demons
that solitude drags behind like a sticky smog
covering everything that’s dear for all of us,
because like Fee, a mean guitar we have not.