madi moore Poet Free verse

On The Shelf

Blood falling
Down 
Down
Down

Onto the little glass shard 
    of my dads broken 
    shot glass 
I don’t know
    why I do it.
I never have real answer
    when people ask..

“To forget”
“To punish”
“To feel better..”

Those are the most common answers..
But I had a reason that night..
Everything was failing..

My friends
My relationship 
My grades
My room was a mess
I kept getting grounded..

That night my uncle was in town
He was my dads friend but him and 
    my dad were so close they 
    were blood brothers.

I don’t remember how he found out..
If I told him
If he saw the glass shard
    from the shot glass
I can’t remember.

All I remember is him taking it from my hands
And telling me that I was gonna be ok..

“This will go on my shelf”
    “It has my blood on it.”
“That’s alright sugar”
    “Why on your shelf?”
“To show how far you’ve come from this moment”
    “Don’t tell my parents..”
“I won’t.”

That was the first time 
I’ve seen him cry.

And when he isn’t here on earth anymore..
Well..
I don’t want to think about that.

To my Uncle Robert.
The crazy old man 
I’m happy to have.

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