Sunday, December 9, 2012

Farewell Young Uncle

92 is a grand age.
Your quiet smile will be missed
By me.

Your impish twinkle
At an implied joke
Will be always remembered.

The wise and comforting words
You shared with me,
When I needed them
Were stored and treasured.

I often wondered
If you only pretended to be
Hard of hearing
Because when you spoke
You hadn’t missed a thing.


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