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At Last
Contributed by
davemus
on
Wednesday, 8th May 2013 @ 02:52:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I buried my uncle today.
He died thirty five years ago,
taken too young by his hand.
He was my friend,
my brother,
my confidante.
I buried him today.
I spoke with my uncle today.
We talked about great times we had,
when we shared space on this earth.
He was my pal,
my roommate,
my confessor.
I talked with him today
I grieved for my uncle today.
I never had done it ‘til now;
I desperately needed my tears.
I loved him so,
and still do,
and finally,
I grieved for him today.
Copyright ©
davemus
... [
2013-05-08 02:52:59] (Date/Time posted on
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