Uncle Phil
An empty space,
In my life,
Gone,
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.
In remembrance,
Of my Uncle Phil.
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