A Poem For Xing Over
Gone is one prize fighting Uncle
Funny my family always dies in April
A month to short
The weeks not quite adding up right
A relief to have made it through
The dark and so cold winter.
Really, it's a beautiful day
Outside some bird has an unfamiliar sound
Like an alarm that will not shut of
Vigil for our nature family
I feel like some tough seed grass
Out fishing hours in the bush
On lakes of glass.
Happy Crossing Uncle
May your journey be well
Those beautiful blue-eyed women are waiting for you there
I have it on good authority that the party was fabulous.