Pop Poetry: Dear Uncle


Beau Romanowski, Staff Writer

Dear Uncle, 


I miss you like I always have

Sometimes I wear your boots

I’m still a little small even though to others I look tall

I miss your boots and shoes because I used to stomp and play in them when I was young 

but now your boots fit me and yet I could never fill your boots


Sure I love to mess around like you and you would play with me

when I would get upset you’d get sad and give me life savers

And now when I get sad I get upset at myself and i’d remind me of how you were

and how thinking of you saved my life more than any uncle ever could 

And so in return I should be happy.



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