To the uncle, I never met

To the uncle, I never met,

I wonder what your personality was like,

apparently your heart was set

on having nice attire.

To the uncle, I never met;

you ran through the fire flames.

I imagine your forehead carried quite a few beads of sweat,

it was to save your life’s collection and belongings.

To the uncle, I never met;

your siblings never expected you to fly to Heaven’s doorstep first.

Your praise belonged in the choir, higher up, yet.

God reaps the ones he has some other plans for sometimes.

To the uncle, I never met,

I hope you’re having a lot of good conversations and fun up there.

You must be having such a wonderful time, I bet.

and please say hello to my two sets grandparents, would you?