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 * __Uncle Chris__**

We came home from Philadelphia at least a month ago. The last words I said were “Bye, see you soon.” My sisters and I were all ready for bed, my parents called us into their bedroom. My parents put down the phone. They looked terribly stricken. My mom started to talk. I bit into my banana. “It’s Uncle Chris, he’s dead.” Dead, came out very slow in my mind, D-E-A-D. I choked on my banana. My sisters were stunned. 1…2…3... My sisters and I cried. I hear myself choke out, “How did he die?” My dad answered this time. “Heart attack, he was a good man, I’m sure he went to heaven, remember, he saved those two little kids from sharp rocks.” I was so sad. He was my dad’s side relative, and my favorite relative, and to believe I only saw him once. He was nice and kind, tall too, and in the 50’s. My mom’s trying to comfort us, but she’s losing the battle. The Battle of Tears. There is no sleep that night only tears of sorrow, and I think, why did I say “Bye, see you later.” If I wasn’t going to see him later. But now, years after, I know the answer to that question. I know I will see him later, up in heaven.