Portrait of My Dead Brother Salvador Dali 

I remember the shyness locked in your sweet brown eyes
I remember how you'd touch my arm when you were too weak to speak
I remember your bravery and stoicism when in pain
I remember how you'd wink to me - meaning 'hello brother, about time!'

And though your illness took so much from you, you'd never complain
But oh! how you hated arrogance, self-importance, spite
For you had that wisdom that comes from having to fight
For life itself.

O! my brother you had such gentle loving ways
To the very end
Children loved you for yourself
Nothing else.

And now you are gone
And we are left to carry on.
All I can offer is these few weak words,
And they will have to do,
To tell you, Pete,
Just how much I'll always love you.

Written for Pete and read at his funeral on the 16th day of December 1996. Pete was 41 years old when he died.