As life turns tables

Through the trace of time

Love ones move on

Before their time

As seasons flow

The wind blows

The clouds move slowly

But, heaven stands still

In the mitts of sorrow

God had found a new spot to fulfill

In our hearts

There’s a dark hole

Where misery and sorrow

Mourn for every tomorrow

To be happy and rekindled

Mended back to pieces and parts

We will love you, dear Uncle, in our hearts

By: Amanda M. VanSickle