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Chief Shea's Poem
by Steve Haggerty
You meet a man.
A good man,
an Irish man,
an Italian man.
And he is your brother,
and he is your husband,
and he is your dad,
a good man,
a fire man.
And you call him Chief,
And you call him Brother,
and you call him lover, boss, friend.
And you call him dad.
This good man,
this fire man.
And here we gather because
this good man, this fire man is gone.
He was our right hand man,
he was our champion,
he was our Chief.
And in common each of us must whisper,
“Who loved him more than me?”
And in common each of us must say to the other,
“Who loved him more than you?”
