The last thing I remember <br />it was snowing big soft flakes <br />my uncle was coming home <br />and ma had set the table <br />and baked a cake <br /> <br />who was this strange man <br />sitting in our kitchen? <br />I remember him shaking <br />my hand and petting my dog <br />-looking good, kid! - <br /> <br />ma stood by the stove <br />wiping her hands on a towel <br />she said my uncle <br />was dead <br />somewhere in France <br /> <br />I remember the young man <br />and all the day it snowed <br />the fields filled with snow <br />and he lay dead <br />somewhere in France<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-things-2/
