The Death of My Uncle

The Death of My Uncle

My Uncle planted a big tree
behind his bedroom
it grew slowly
he gave it water everyday
it grew slowly
with a delay
he loved to touch its leaves
he waited in hope
he waited
the tree grew 
until he was able to sit under its shadow
hail 
fresh air was provided
no heat
my Uncle was now old with grey hair
he became sick
he was no more able to water the tree
it became so dry
nor was he able to sit under its shadow
he was so sick
he then fell asleep
he then fell asleep for good
he died
and since he was poor
the family could not afford to buy a coffin
the village men cut the tree
the dry tree of my Uncle
was cut
it's pieces were used to make a coffin
a big one
in which my Uncle rested
rested for good
in that coffin
made from his own favourate dry tree

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Date: 7/31/2017 4:08:00 PM
This is such a sad poem. But it had its happy parts too. At least, in the end, his favorite tree was put to use. Enjoyed the read!
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Date: 7/31/2017 4:15:00 PM
Indeed it is sad, however, the fruitfulness of the tree is visible and evident. Goodness of nature. Thank you very much Julie for reading my work.