Thom

In the church my uncle lies
lies still in the cushion box
As I walk up to him I see everyone crying
I still cannot believe he is gone
As I approach I start to tear and cry
With each step I take another tear is shed
As I reach the box I look stunned
it is true he is gone
I start crying harder and harder
and soon enough I collapse into my Grandmothers arms
As I stand there quietly crying
I smell the dust in the air, 
hear the creek in each pew as someone moves
As I leave my uncle fades away
his life leaving the word but his memories coming to life

Jim Bragg "95"