Uncle Bern

• Tahli Bainbridge, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

I act like I don’t think of you, but every time I hear your name tears come to my eyes,
I miss you more and more.
I have thought of you for the past 2 years you left us.
Every time I walk into your house all the memories come rushing back,
All the day’s I sat with you in your shed, all the Christmas’s I spent with you,
All came to the end on my birthday two years ago.
I was destroyed and didn’t believe it at the start but I realised it was true.
Everyone kept telling me that it was going to be OK.
Everyone told me that you left us on my birthday so I would always remember you.
And it definitely worked,
And the day you left all of the family got closer,
But lately life has been hard.
I wish I could go see you whenever I wanted but I can’t and it makes me really upset.
The year you passed away at Christmas we put a photo in the middle of the table of you,
I tried to hide my tears but they just came running out. I hope you’re looking down on me, and I hope you’re proud of me.
We all miss you so much, but I miss you the most.