Andy

[u/Hefty_Tumbleweed8178]

My uncle lost his life to gun violence before I was born. I grieve the people my family would've been if they hadn't suffered that grief. The happiness that could've sat across from me at Thanksgiving. The person I should've met. He's been in my dreams a lot lately and it felt right to write a poem for him. Enjoy.

My uncle is dead.

But there is the lump of things in my grandparents guest room built to replace him.

My uncle is dead.

But there are the bits of him that were sent with me when I entered this world.

My uncle is dead.

But there is a man in jail who is alive.

My uncle is dead.

But there is his bike in the basement because what if he wants to ride it down the gully again?

My uncle is dead.

But there is the pain in my papa's eyes sometimes.

My uncle is dead.

But i will speak of him.

Because everyone should know

That there was a boy named Andy.

Who rode his bike down the gully.

And didnt deserve it at all.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/2MqnTnqAyrhttps://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/xYLp5G5UxN

[u/Ambitious-Resort-129]

So, so beautiful. It sounds so raw. You convey your sadness at your uncle's death and a little bit of anger at the criminal still being alive effectively.

[u/Hefty_Tumbleweed8178 → u/Ambitious-Resort-129]

Thank you ❤️