Treasure Island

Charles Garcia

(10/29/1924 / Honolulu Hawaii)

My Favorite Neice


There is a poem in my heart
Although we be far apart,
I wake up every morning for
My day begins with you.
It seems not so long ago, the
Years go by so fast, that you
Were to cuddle on my knee,
Say! Uncle Jack, Ah yes! those
Were great days to remember,
how proud I was, To be a part
of you. I love you more today,
The distance never so far away,
As no way to contain a thought
As you are always on my mind,
How can I tell you more, As we
go onto a brand new day, no matter
what they say you will always be,
My favorite niece.

Written by Charles Garcia
Dec 22.2004

Submitted: Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, January 11, 2006

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