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my mothers brother

Not every man is gentle in his life

but you remained a gentleman

Through all your pain and strife

My childhood years

when you stood strong and tall

Sparkling eyes with love

entwined the ivy on the wall

within your garden, hedged around

a paradise of fruitful ground

and I in childhood flushed

transfixed I stand

awed at the gardeners magic hand

 

Here for you

there was no wretched bottled smell

An alcohol free paradise

An alcohol free hell

How you loved to hear the wild birds

sweetly sing

And see your world re-live again

in Spring

"How calm" you said to hear the rippling stream

A beauty unaware to me

You thought me how to dream

In all your yarns

attention held me mute

but if my heart allowed

I wouldn't dare dispute

With flitting years

your speech you tried to goad

But you my aged friend

could still my thoughts behold

Your every limb that moved

so gracefully before

by life's uneven cobbles

were battered , warped and sore

You fought a loosing battle

with your bottle eager hand

and I watched your spirit slip away

like a fist of dried out sand

The tears rolled down my face

as I kissed my cherished friend

I thanked your god for your friendship

and your dignity to the end.

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louisbergin
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Published
Oct 31, 2010
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