My uncle died. <br />I am not sure when <br />nor of what <br />nor how old he was <br />though my father <br />would have been ninety-six <br />if he had still been alive <br />and I think my uncle was older. <br />I found out tonight <br />that my uncle died. <br /> <br />A second cousin <br />I hadn’t seen since I was about five <br />(and now I am sixty-six) <br />who <br />some time back <br />visited South Africa <br />from Canada, <br />to where his family emigrated <br />phoned to say <br />he would visit me <br />but didn’t, <br />emailed me tonight to say <br />my father’s brother <br />who lived in Scotland, <br />died <br />and he was sorry. <br /> <br />I saw my uncle twice - <br />once when I was about two <br />and then again <br />when I was about four <br />(and I am still sixty-six) <br />and I hadn’t heard from him since. <br /> <br />My uncle died <br />and my second cousin <br />is sorry <br />and so am I. <br />I really am.<br /><br />Diana van den Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-uncle-died/
