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Why Uncle Why

Grief of a child

By Tiah TourangeauPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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As I walk upon this land

I think of you. I think of you

Crying as the fall wind whips my face.

I think why? Why?

You left me here all alone with no dreams,

No hope, no faith.

I sit here on the ground weeping as tears

Fall to your grave.

I think of you. I think of you

Geese comfort my cry, as I walk upon this land

You were my only comfort, my only pride.

So why uncle? Why?

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