Uncle Ian Poem by sam meadowcroft

My uncle Ian a.k.a Jack. When we were together we had a good crack. Always smiling with his cheeky grin. It's too bad that I will never see him again. He was kind to everyone he met. too bad he did not let the doctors how bad he would get. But let us not forget that funny little guy he loved his family, and that's no lie. But now he is at rest with the angels above. A poem about my uncle, whom which I love.