My Uncle Poem by Jamal Brown

You fought for my freedom and i am

eternally grateful to you.

But it's more than that you where my

godfather. You bought me my first pair of shoes.

I cant say that I remember you much at all

because I don't. But there isn't

a day that goes by that we

don't miss you. And there will never be a day that we won't.

I used to aspire to be just like you and in

some ways I still do.

Like how you settled down an

moved out of state. Might even

rise a family to.

So in closing this poem

I have to say one more thing.

I love you uncle and I

still think of you as a king.




(Dedicated in loving memory of Sargent Patrick L. Brown. Rest In Peace.)