Sonnet-301# Death Of A Maternal Uncle
January 30, 2024
Once he bore us on his back and solder
Told us short, long stories of horror, ghost
Helped us living comfortably and fair
We were proud of our so softer, blue blood
His careful hands and mind were much gentle
Nothing told to do easy and hard works
For us, other, even for poor people
He took the world smilingly on some forks;
Finally smiling us he took the leave
That we don't get pain at his pass away
Memories remind us gathering heap
How can he be out? But comes anyway;
Sweet deeds are done behind, brightening glow
Can give us benefits, if we follow.
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