Uncle Acrostic
UNCLE
under a tree family stories fell to me
next to my uncle the world was opened wide
combatting smiles and tears he told them carefully
little ears are delicate through mayhem suicide
ever watching for my mom, who’d stop him in mid stride
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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