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Oct 2013
Sometimes silence is golden, when you don't know the right thing to say, in that case a hug goes a long way to show you care
I wish you would have left a message at least to let me know that our Uncle Alan died
I did not hear about it until after the funeral
Do you think I was to fragile to handle the news?
I wanted to be among the many sitting in the pews hearing about the life he lived
I wanted to offer comfort to his wife and kids who are all grown now
In August when I first learned of the cancer I made a point of talking to Uncle Alan and I made sure , I gave him a hug just in case I would not see him again
I have less regrets because I at leastΒ Β got to say goodbye in my own way
I wish I could have been at the funeral though surrounded by family on Thursday and said one more goodbye instead I'm left to cry alone
In this case I feel that silence is not golden
I got the news too late that my uncle died
Ann M Johnson
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Ann M Johnson  Minnesota ( A Small Pop?)
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