my dear dear uncle
who passed away,
you were so close to me,
now you’re so far away.
you were so sweet to me,
and knew when to lay down the law.
you, who were willing to lay down your life,
yes, your life for your country.
you served 17 years,
sweated, bled, and cried for your home.
you saw comrades fall by your side,
you loved everyone with all your heart,
it killed you to kill on the battlefield.
you knew what you had to do.
I’m happy to be able to say you’re family.
I was happy to see you home.
they were a good three years
but your time was up.
there was one day,
that upsetting day,
that sad day,
the day our family lost you.
but you gave your life as a sheriff,
you did your job well.
I wish I had not been there
to see you shot three times,
once in the shoulder, once in the leg,
and the third bullet in your stomach.
I ran in tears to your body
seeing the crimson blood on the ground.
I remember what you said with your last breath:
don’t be mad, be happy for the time you had with me,
stay strong and don’t stray from who you are.
follow your dreams.
then your hand fell from mine.
your crimson blood on my white shirt.
I kissed your forehead,
then fell back crying.
Chris
31 Saturday May 2014
Posted May 31
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