From Frankfort he came with a grin,
With meatballs and jokes built right in.
He’d fry up some dough,
Put on quite a show,
And always let laughter begin.
He’d welcome you in like a friend,
With a story, a snack, and a blend
Of warmth and delight,
A hug that felt right,
And a joke that would never quite end.
His table was never too small,
He had room and a smile for all.
From shrimp scampi flair,
To baccalà rare,
He cooked like he’d just won it all.
But more than the meals or the cheer,
It’s the love that we all hold most dear.
He saw us as gold,
Let our stories unfold,
And made sure we always felt near.
To his wife, he gave all of his heart,
Nearly sixty-five years from the start.
To his kids, he gave grace,
And his grandkids the space
To be silly and wild and smart.
When the sun warms your face or you smile,
When you pause and feel peace for a while—
That’s Chip saying, “See?
You’re right where you should be.”
Still guiding you, mile after mile.