Uncle Bud Poem by Andrew Stimatze

I never saw him turn away, or stifle any thought.
Virginia knew him best of all, since back when she was hot.
I was part of the Mercer troupe when summers I’d impose
To visit them in Wichita. “Okay, go pack your clothes.”
Trouble he knew well enough with three kids of his own.
In looking back it was quite a feat to open up his home.

For here was yet another boy with worries, faults and questions.
(I wanted him to be my Dad and give me some direction.)
It seemed he knew just what to say and never did I hear
His voice in anger raised one pitch. I didn’t have to fear.
He taught me what respect was. He taught me how to ski.
Many things, more than you know, will always be with me.

The joy he had for life and love has traced on me its’ pen.
Now I try to carry on ‘though I think of way back then.
He wouldn’t want us fretting, or swallowed up in pain
He’d have us smile, enjoy each day and show we love again
All our relatives and friends, those we hold so dear
And make the most of every hour of time that we are here.