| Love is a fickle thing One moment you�re happy and all is fair The next your life is flung High into the world of despair You might think you are top of the world You have found true love, yet something is wrong You notice that your love is ill and is going to die You begin to pray for safety, as you begin to cry I shall always remember on one bleak July I thought all was fine, and happiness would follow. When phone rang, I answered to find out I had just lost my uncle to suicide. I began to wallow in my pain. My uncle had killed himself that night. I heard my mom crying over this plight. My uncle and mom were very close friends She almost couldn�t take his life came to an end. I too couldn�t take the pain, he was to be cremated. My world was turned upside down and decimated At the realization I would never see him again, He asked to have his ashes poured Over the lake that he had loved and adored I didn�t go to The funeral that day I was afraid that I might Get to deep in my plight And never come out again. To this day I will never forget Everything that he had done and sacrificed For the well-being of his family. I hope he is in a better place now having The best times as he deserves. That is why I dedicate this poem to Don Not only an uncle, but a friend By Emerald Return to Submitted Poetry Return to Home Page |