Uncle Greg

I wish we could have met when I could understand
all the great things you've done for me and how you were a REAL man.
Unfortunately, you're gone and I can never bring you back.
You're gone for good all because of that fateful night when your life was surrendered to a heart attack.

All I hear when you're what we're talking about
is how much you loved my sisters and me beyond the shadow of a doubt.
I have small carnal memories, but other than that,
I never really knew you. How I wish I could change that!

I know this may sound silly, but sometimes when I'm allowed time to think,
I think of you and cry holding my coin collection. I wanna feel you. It's my only link.
1956 is dated on each and every one.
I hate to know that you are permanently gone.

I never forget the year in which you were born.
With coins in hand, I lie on my bed and mourn.
I know that's not what you'd want me to do,
but I'm missing out on knowing you.

So, I guess I will use my only vent.
I know that writing is truly Heaven-sent!
Good-bye, Uncle Greg. I will see you soon.
We'll meet again in that place much higher than the moon.