I wrote this poem for my uncle, and today happens to be his birthday, yeah st. Patrick's day, kinda ruined that holiday. but i love him and miss him allot.
watching Dudley the dragon
and making Fun of sailor moon
as a five year old you were my favorite
you meant for to me then any amount f balloons.
but also as a five year old
i learned for the first time, grief
and getting used to the fact you were gone
was so hard for me to believe.
uncle Matt, you were my favorite
and all i had for you was love
but i think that thing called a heart, had shattered
on The day i found out you were up above.
i can't remember if i cried
o that nigh you got carried away
i can guarantee though that i was speechless
and couldn't find any words to say.
and remember, i was only Ive
so I'm not sure that i completely understood
but seeing the ambulance and stretcher
i could tell it wasn't good.
it was you getting taken out of the house
and the rest of us left there in tears
maybe this experience is why death
has become my biggest fear.
ever since that night
and the day we found out the bad news
this month is such a horrible wreck
i call it our families March blues.
