We were expecting him to die
We knew the diagnosis was terminal
It happened last night at his home
with his family by his side
Loss and grief
even if it was expected
I think of the times
when I was younger
and called him Uncle
when I would see him at
parties or visit him
my aunt and cousins
at their home
My niece called me Tio today
Someday she'll receive news
of my passing
What memories
will she have of me
What memories
will I still have
in the waning hours
of fading light
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