Stuby.

This is for my uncle, who sadly passed away after a long battle against cancer, R.I.P Stuby, your missed always.

A lifetime in a mere second,

A body weakened in haste,

A tearful eye watching on,

Coming to an end he now tastes.

A loving heart put to rest,

A hard worked hand now new,

A glorious spirit lifted high,

His words forever I love you.

A family left asking why,

Hear the words he will say,

Can I pass thy heavenly gates?

Stuby of course yes you may.

Cast your mind away from pain,

Let your thought be of none,

But for the battles he fought,

And remember this - he won.

Author's Note

This is merely a poem of remembrance, not my most grammatically sound poem, none the less, I love it.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We need to remember those strong an good people in our life. You brought back to life your Uncle memory and life. A excellent remembrance of a good man.
Coyote

[Jill Wallflower]

It's good. Death speaks to me because my grandmother recently passed away. I like this

[Sujash I. Purna]

It speaks a lot to me. I know how much pain a death creates. This reminded me of my own work Gaunt Limbs. Very well writ, Thomas. I love your optimism : And remember this - he won" Some bright side a death can't but leave though.

[roy mccarthy]

a very nice poem!

[LA Lorena]

Grammar be damned. Some poems are not written for acclaim or literary recognition, but to cleanse the soul and help us heal.

[E.Gleaves]

Great ending and a touching ode to the life of your lost uncle. I feel this is a poem not intended to be critiqued but I will ask you one question about diction. When you write, " coming to an end he now tastes" what do you mean exactly? Out of all the poems I've read of yours that line sounds the most forced. Despite that small issue I'm diggin' the poem R.I.P. Stuby.

[RidingTheWind]

This is a beautiful poem to remember your uncle, I love it.

[Andrea Vargas]

I love it, it flows beautifully.