Poetry
I could touch his wife’s grief
His children wore clear unbelief:
His sister, my mother, cried
His father sat horrified.
These ones loved him,
Showed it to an extreme:
But their love so real
Didn’t get him a life deal.
The canopies could not take all
The weather too was dull
As we bade “Papa Uk” bye
Amidst every loud and whispered sigh.
Rest on, Uncle, just rest —
Sadly, this isn’t a drill or test:
We’d be strong and face
Our own days with God’s grace.
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May 26, 2018.