The Window (A Niece To An Uncle) - Poem by Lauren Kapusta
Nearly a decade has melted away into,
The vast cruel sea of time.
From the bowels of obscurity, I found seemingly,
Insignificant troves of papers.
But all is not so as they are valuable.
They are records of your wonderful, warm life.
As I skim through the pages,
I see many things:
Doomed loves, disappointments, dreams and,
Oh so many more things.
From the day you left us you were always,
A lingering memory at the back of my mind.
I was only a child when you were called to,
Our inevitable celestial home.
To this day, the spring is a harbinger of,
Lachrymose days, not of flora and life.
You were my truest and dearest friend on Earth.
My heart still feels one with you as it plays,
A solemn and sincere tune with its chords.
Every visual memory captured shows you,
As innocent, sweet and cheerful as an angel.
I often smile and shed a few droplets.
Memories randomly race through my head,
And I see a picture of what it once was.
I often wonder why God calls His best angels,
So prematurely when the world needs them most.
I always truly and deeply loved you, friend.
Upon your rest, you took a piece of my heart too.
I love you, Uncle, even all these years later.
And I look forward to our reunion someday.
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