Uncle Edmund
Eddie for short
Leaving you on my island home
Down in the tropics where it always shine
I left you to climb the heights alone
Time flew while I was gone
Yet many things have stayed the same
Stirring up memories like a bowl of granny’s pigeon soup
You always treated me like your kin
You picked up the pieces
My father left behind
He walked away and never turned back
He never turned back
He never turned back
You filled the back hole
With kindness, and compassion Jesus did for Bartimaeus
You wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks
You soothe the swelling in the pit of my stomach
Offering me Castrol oil and ginger tea
You tapped, tapped into my crusted soul
Like a poet flowing with inspiring words
At times when I thought I heard my papa’s voice
I looked up, saw your reassuring face
The expression I saw in your cinnamon nutmeg eyes
You kind words and infectious smile
Said to me: That’s my girl
You reproached me when I disobeyed the rules my mama set
I hung my head in shame, for I wanted you to be proud of me
I am so sorry I didn’t have the chance to see you again
To tell you how much I loved you so, and still do
Many, many things left unsaid, so many, many unanswered questions
I will see you again dear Uncle Eddie.
Copyright © Janet Stewart | Year Posted 2016
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