Poems to My Great Uncle

The Smell of His Home
The smell of the house was old

Not like the smell of mold

But of dust, newspaper, and Snapple Tea

Warm Chili and Soup, homemade

In my mind, the smell will never fade

Lizard Wart
You had this big knobby mole

You said you got it meeting your goal

The lizard was so quick

And when you caught it, it did not lick

The bite left behind a big bump

You called it a wart but it was just a lump

His Room
I cannot go in that room

Without feeling the deepest gloom

So many memories burn in my head

Of my sweet uncle who is now dead

No one understands why I cannot go in that room

But my heart feels an oncoming doom

Powerless

I felt so powerless
I could no longer dream of happiness

His life was coming to an end

Was there nothing I could mend?

I watched his body waste away

That truly was the worst day

Lonely

When I feel lonely with no one to hear my grumble
I find myself talking to my deceased uncle
He left me 3 years ago
But I cannot let his memory go
I can almost hear his voice
But having him alive would be a better choice