My uncle died today
I don't know what to say
He was my fave.
Full of vim and vigor
Didn't need gun and a trigger
To have his say.
But ain't the best of us
Flawed in some way?
I'll miss Abbott.
Has been my habit
To love him every single day.
Copyright © Nancy Jones
The Day My Uncle Died...
I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."
I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.
He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
call or even a letter.
A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.
I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
I could "stop them."
Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him. And I do miss him so!
I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes...
Then someone dies.
Perhaps there's someone in your
life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"
A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."
This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."
Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.
The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short... Our journey's end is so near!
May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton
When we think of our friend Herman Weeks.
We think of a person very gracious and sweet!
He was always a pleasure to be around!
And brought laughter to his side of town!
From everyone that’s had a chance to meet him.
He was special! We’ll never forget him!
He was very humble, gracious and kind!
People like him are special! And hard to find!
We knew from the day that he met Snow.
She helped to make his empty life whole!
The creations and many things he made.
Were wonderful works of his hands displayed!
His service to the country and fellow man.
Is a beautiful gift that few understand!
Over the years, he’s brought joy to our hearts!
We’ve all loved him from the very start!
Thank you Lord! For blessing us from above.
For Herman and his heart filled with love.
We know now he’s in a better place.
Filled with God’s presence and his grace.
Our lives have been blessed to have him with us!
We’ll miss him! He sure has blessed us!
To Herman we give our hearts filled with cheer!
We love you very much and wish you were here!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton
I remember your smile that twinkle in your eye,
you could make us laugh until we would cry.
Fishing and crabbing trips and your love of the sea,
all of these are now a part of me.
Whenever someone called you were always there,
a heart of gold you always cared.
Now you're playing cards up in the sky,
forgive me if a tear comes to my eye.
Remembering all the things we would do,
Uncle Jimmy I will never forget you.
Copyright © Joseph Sergi
In Arras field he watched that day
A flash of light against the grey,
High explosives whistled all around
And fallen thousands filled the ground.
Kentish man against the wall,
He had defended to the last;
A fleeting life--
So briefly did it pass.
One of the Lost generation of World War ONE 1918
Copyright © Brian Strand
I’m sorry Auntie that your love is now lost
You survived and feel all alone
The pressures in life you must endure
For your children are now grown
We went and paid our last respects
Viewed his lifeless body , gave our last kiss
Your life with him has now come to an end
Your marriage was full of laughter and bliss
He died to soon you must think
Twenty-three years was not very long
We shed our tears and said good-bye
Why I know you ask this is so wrong
He led a good life, you had a chance to be his wife
You will miss his smiles
You will miss his sense of humor
But remember he walked many miles
Don’t think of him as gone away
A new journey he has just begun and he’s in peace
In a place of warmth and comfort
I know your pain will never cease
Days will come and days will go
Dry your tears
For he’s better now, no more pain
Remember he’s an angel now with no more fears
Dedicated to Auntie Margie
Copyright © Antoinette McDonald
Uncle Roy written by Shadow Hamilton
As the evening drew in and birds settled to roost
the world seemed to give a collected sigh
as it stood poised waiting in the wings
the time had now come to gather up a soul
For a long time he had fought the invertible
reluctant to the end to leave and travel on
memories flashed past his eyes like a cine film
as a child playing with his siblings teasing Joyce
Play fighting with John rolling together over and over
learning the lessons of life and then a trade
meeting his Irish lassie so bonny, building a life
grieving together when children failed to join them
An upright man of principles that he held dear to his heart
Roy built a good life for himself and his Irish lassie Ann
standing strong for her when she was ill with tuberculosis
nursing her back to health passing his strength on to her
Wisely investing in his company shares they were never in need
were able to retire to the country for a new style of life
making many friends in their small village and just enjoying
their twilight years together with their two cats
Finally he had to leave to travel beyond the veil
today we attend his funeral trying to make sense
of why he was snatched when life was so good
in each of his families heart he will live on
His epitaph written deep in our souls
as we say our sad and lonely goodbyes
yet it is not the end as he still lives
deep within the hearts of all who love him
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
When his truck met
with nature so pure,
Did he know his time
was coming to an end?
Basic elements of life
taught each day
not to think twice.
Giving humans oxygen,
yet encouraging a raging fire,
just ordinary trees.
Did he know they would
cut his time short?
A cremation vault so sacred
destroys our lives.
It put him in a vase
rather than a box.
Does he know now
that he has come
to an end?
Copyright © Caroline Youngless
My uncle Col, i would like to point out
\ that i have an idea whats going about
in your head and heart that you have gap
that`s a continuous running,just like a tap
But i really hope that you can see
that family love will always be
there if ever you need it most
although you have son`s and grandchildren to boast
And all that you need when you look above
clasp your hands together,and you will have love
`cos Margret will always be looking down
to lift up your spirits your mood and your frown
R.I.P AUNTY MARGRET X
Copyright © Paul Beadnall
The clock ticked at nine in the evening of July
When I lay on the bed in the silence of the night
Trying to fall asleep but something's bothering
A feeling interfered and started shivering
My eyes were almost closed when I heard a noise
Slowly getting louder; what a frightening voice?
It's knocking on my door like there's something wrong
Breathing stopped; heartbeats like never before
I paused in indecision while holding the door knob
From the window the wind blows; atmosphere's intense
As I opened the door, I almost killed a man
Uncle Mel is on the house; a blushed of surprise
He asked if Dad's around and seemed a need inside
I wondered that he looked liked exhausted and too tired
Yet, I answered him in an awkward style
Then he left me with a feeling of strange and fright
I went back on my bed feeling weird and crazy
I have just made a ghost; an illusion of fear
I let it out of me since nightmares are greedy
The more we think of terror, the more it eats our dream
The morning waved hello; everything's fine
I got off my bed to start the day right
Then I saw my Mom packing and dealing with some stuffs
She's crying and leaving to town
Questions I'd asked to know what's going on
At the tip of her tongue but to utter's arduos
I calmed her down and her story has begun
About an innocent man who died the night I got wild
It was an evening in July, nine on a dot
When the man got stabbed stopping a fight
Calling my dad's name; looking for help
Dead on the spot and found no aid
Goosebumps all over when I heard the news
It's Uncle Mel who passed away and visited my room
Never knew all the reasons behind the apparition
One thing's for sure, He's soul still calls
Created: October 18, 2013
Copyright © Arden Gopela
Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
l l l l l
ya' put your red flag in
put your red flag out
put your red flag in
shake it all around.
* * *
ya' stop this hocus pocus
and we'll turn this thing around
end war's what it's all about!
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
You were taken much to young, you were only 37. You had so much to live for, but
god must have needed an extra angel to help pour out the rain. You never gave
up....even when they gave you only 6 months...you lasted 3 years. I always
remember you smiling face and your dimples. You may have only been here for a
short while but you left a lasting impression on every heart you touched...You may
be gone but you are still very much alive in my heart. I love you Uncle Billy!
Copyright © Alexis Bowen
There’s something wrong with me,
Choking up my soul,
as I try to be.
It’s getting dark here,
I don’t know where to go.
Vision blurry and
my breathing has become slow.
The final curtain is at its last stand.
I'm Being brought down,
and I don't seem to understand.
I see a flash, full circle was exposed.
I know for sure...
this is the farthest I will go.
At this point nothing is left to regret,
I feel the tension
and the pressure now I'm upset
Copyright © Mauro Jr Rosales
I had only just begun to understand
the meaning of death when my uncle died.
Before him, death was something that
happened to family members of which
I had never seen nor spoken to.
Sometimes they were brought back to
us during dinner time, Dad would down
his beer and speak of their yesteryears.
The day my uncle died my mothers face
changed it sagged like a wet flannel
stuck to a bathroom wall.
She grew large sacks under her eyes
these were where here tears gathered
I remember thinking.
And her face, her face reminded me of
my little lego mans, he had fallen from
his turret into the hungry coal fire two
years before, Father rescued him from
the flames, carried him like a newborn bird
in the soft folds of his palm.
When father returned him to me, his face
was suspended, frozen yellow droplets
ran down his yellow smiling face.
After the funeral and after those unknown
well wishers had drunk themselves sad
I fetched my little Lego man, and replaced
his head with the smiling pirates one
I gave it to my mother, and she like the Pirate smiled.
Copyright © James Turner
i await another day
heart pierced with pain
mind filled with disbelief
the night comes slowly
and so does death
growing crazier with each thought
thinking of what couldve been
thinking of what ive done
i killed him
its all my fault
How could i do this?
..hes never coming back
and now i am empty inside..
nothing to fill me but guilt
and i...i killed him
Copyright © alize walker
I was barely ten years old
When I heard the news
Couldn’t quite comprehend
Why Marshall wasn’t coming home
People said he was the best of them
My Uncle Charlie’s friend
I can remember my Ma and Pop
All their friends crying out loud
The whole town coming out
For a man everybody loved
Sent off to a foreign land
Never coming home again
When Uncle Charlie came home
Used to sit on the porch
He and his drums playing a song
Damning the Viet Cong in Marshall’s name
Used to look at him through the smoke
Watch him shake, the blunt of people’s jokes
Seemed to have an unquenchable thirst
Twenty-two going past a hundred
What it was I never understood
Turned him into a piece of wood
Thirty years gone by
Seem to have a different view
As I look back on things I never knew
I see my Uncle Charlie’s friend in a different light
No longer just a name
As I’ve watched some of my friends go
It’s dawned on me why the whole town turned out
For Uncle Charlie’s friend
The smoke has cleared, the thirst is gone
Only the echos of drums remain
On the porch of a house no longer there
My memory knows him as Marshall
What’s left of the town
Speaks of him as the best of them
Though they haven’t thought of him in years
The way and why he died, they haven’t forgotten
It’s only now I comprehend, the pain and grief
My Pa’s brother and the whole town felt
For my Uncle Charlie’s, my Uncle Charlie’s friend.
Copyright © Mike Hamill
I do not know?
My Dear Uncle
So many thoughts,
in my head.
So many things,
You left that day,
without a glance.
Never knowing God,
wasn't giving you a second chance.
What was in your head,
the last moments you had.
I hope you though happy thoughts,
and not sad.
No one can ever take your place.
Your image in my heart will never erase.
As you smile one me from up above.
My mind is still sad but my heart is filled with love.
I love you dear uncle you meant the world to me.
I'll always make you proud of me you will see.
Copyright © Michelle Hickman
An empty space,
In my life,
For as long as I live.
Tears running down,
Flowers all around,
For an occasion,
I will never forget.
The suffering look,
He once had,
Is now gone,
Because he’s in a better place.
Heads on one’s shoulder.
Eyes red from sobbing.
Of my Uncle Phil.
Copyright © Becky Takacs
I do not know?
MOMMA SAID THAT I SHOULD CALL YOU UNCLE FOR YOU WERE HER NEW
DID SHE ALSO KNOW THAT YOU WERE ABOUT TO COMMENT A NASTY SIN
NOT TO HER BUT US HER CHILDREN IN THE MIST OF THE NIGHT
COMING INTO OUR ROOM FORCING YOURSELF ON US WITH ALL YOUR
I WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL AND MY BROTHER WAS YOUNGER THEN ME
I DID NOT CRY FOR ME I JUST WANTED YOU TO LET HIM BE
TO JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE BECAUSE HE HAD BECOME SO UNHAPPY AND
MOMMA WAS SO IN LOVE SHE DID NOT KNOW SHE WAS BEING USED
SHE ALLOWED YOU TO TELL HER WE WERE BAD AND OUT TO DO YOU IN
SHE DID NOT BELIEVE US AND GAVE INTO YOUR WICKED GRIN
NOW IT IS TOO LATE. FOR THINGS HAVE GOTTEN SO FAR OUT OF HAND
SO, I PULLED THE TRIGGER AND TOOK AWAY MY MOMMA’S NEW MAN
YET I SAVED MY BROTHER AND I DON’T CARE WHO DOESN’T UNDERSTAND
HE DID WHAT WE SAID AND THERE WAS NO REASON FOR US TO LIE
I WAS THE ONE THERE EACH NIGHT WATCHING MY LITTLE BROTHER CRY
SO MY LITTLE BROTHER I LOVE YOU, BUT I LEFT A NOTE
TAKING BLAME FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE
YOU ARE FREE TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY FOR WE HAVE FINALLY WON
SO DO NOT CRY MY LITTLE BROTHER AS THEY LOWER ME IN THE GROUND
I HAVE HEARD YOUR UNANSWERED CRIES SO DON’T MAKE THAT SOUND
HOLD ON TO THE FACT THAT I LOVE AS THE EARTH OPENS IT DOOR
I DID AS I HAD TO SO YOU WOULDN’T HAVE TO CRY ANYMORE
SHE SAID TO CALL HIM UNCLE…
Copyright © Tan Coleman
as he clasped to the wall
my HEART began to fall...
ALMOST TO THE GROUND
JUST loud enough TO MAKE
A BIG BUT
deep AND weak sound
THE SOUND OF PAIN....
But in my mind "I WISH IT WASN'T TIME"
TIME FOR HIM to go
and leave me all alone...
for me to CRY
and WISH IT WAS MY TIME to go
with you because i'm all
SAD AND BLUE
i never thought but
you was my uncle
BUT THE ONLY ONE WHO CARED
I WISH YOU WAS HERE TO MAKE
ME be me
here and there
Copyright © brianna poole