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Jun 2015
If only God wouldn't of called you home
We'd hear your truck from a mile away
Red Bulls in hand
Ready for a cookout
But we haven't seen you in 3 years
No more coming to the ranch
No more ******
But it's okay we left all the memories there
Along with my dead Grandpa
Who I never knew anything about until after he was 6 feet underground
Mom talks about you a lot but I never knew you
Did you drink to bury all the memories of Vietnam?
Did you smoke to bury the ones that have died?
I will no longer see my uncle
But it's okay
I don't drink Red Bull anymore
Momma and I sat on that couch
Looking out that window
Knowing your tires wouldn't make their mark anymore
I think about you all the time
You were like a father to me
But it's too late for that now
The last memory of us was simple for the little girl that was me
We walked into Walmart
Hand in Hand
I felt like the luckiest niece alive
You bought me a toy robot
And I loved it because it came from you
It may not mean much to others, but they didn't know you
You were the sweetest man I knew
You weren't even a father yet
But I could tell you, you would've been a **** good one
Bye grandpa I will never know
If Only Heaven Wasn't So Far Away
I'd like to get to know you
Rather than the pieces I have pieced of you
Told from many people that knew you
Bye uncle I loved
If Only Heaven Wasn't So Far Away
Then I could stop missing you.
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
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   Miriam
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