Dedicated to the soul of my beloved uncle Peter Tansi Baini
1
My grandma called him “Battoura”,
The youngest of her family,
As he migrated, she was saddened.
She hid his picture, Close to her heart.
2
Uncle Peter, a perfect gentleman,
Impeccable appearance and stature,
All expatriates attest to this fact,
With open heart and open arms,
He was welcomed everywhere,
His name was the beacon,
On our Lebanon’s ensign.
3
Melbourne was his home,
For numerous years,
Where he begot three gifted boys,
Named Romeo, Joe and Tony.
He could never have believed,
His time would come so soon,
Without saying “Good bye”,
To his beloved homeland.
4
He yearned evermore,
To revisit motherland,
To embellish his own town,
And make his forefathers proud.
Pity! Death has claimed his life,
And our Cedars wept his passing.
5
O dear uncle, I should not weep,
While you’re still by our side,
Living, with your voice constantly heard.
Forgive me, if you see my burning tears,
For we all bitterly morn,
Your early departure.
