It was an
ordinary winters
day
When my Uncle
passed away
But for my dear
Aunty,
It was such a
sad Friday.
Everyone came to
remember,
Their respects
of love to pay.
Such a
significant time
it was
Heading that way
again,
The family
get-together
place
Remembering....
way back when.
Our destiny was
near Grandma's
house
And it was just
so snug,
To have the
family
cars pull up
And greet each
other with a
hug.
It didn't even
matter much
Seeing them
whatever year,
Just because we
choose to
remember
Makes everyone
so dear.
We walked up for
the viewing
Where the
nations flag was
set,
Uncle so smartly
dressed in
uniform
His face we
can't forget.
He had a smile
upon his face,
A peaceful calm
repose,
With skin soft
as a baby
His eyelids
gently closed.
On one lapel was
his golden
badge,
God bless our
country, so glad
you came!
On the other,
Aunty put the
sign...
"Gone Fishing",
was my game.
All the army
mates were
there,
With a salute
for him too,
To reminisce of
those past days
The eulogy
continued.
We won't forget
his cheeky smile
The
uncomplaining
manner,
His clever way
of handling
A fishing rod,
or spanner.
We will remember
him as a
soldier,
Uncle, husband,
brother,
As an upstanding
man of honor
With humor
like no other.
We are grateful
for his service
To his country,
every friend,
He lives on in
many hearts
Never forgotten
to the end.
Some say he's
just gone
fishing
Over there,
beyond the hill,
But no one else
is fit
Those honored
shoes to fill.
Soft Whispers
from
Derry's Heart
Poems
© 2003 used with
permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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