I had just begun to understand <br />the meaning of death when my uncle died. <br />Before him, Death was something that <br />happpened to members of my family that <br />I had never seen nor spoken to. <br />Sometimes they were brought back to us <br />during Dinner time, Dad would down his <br />beer and speak of them. <br />Death seemed unimportant to me, for no <br />one ever really seemed to speak of it. <br />The day my uncle died, mothers face <br />changed, it sagged and hung like a wet <br />flannel stuck to the bathroom wall. <br />She had large sacks under her eyes, <br />I imagined this was where her tears were <br />hiding. Her face reminded me of my Lego man. <br />He had fallen from his turret into our coal fire <br />two years before, and was rescued by my dad <br />who had carried him like a new born bird. <br />When he was given back to me, his whole <br />face was suspended, frozen yellow droplets <br />ran down his once smiling face. <br />My brother said he was the image of the Elephant man. <br />That was how my mother looked. <br />After the funeral and after those unkwown well wishers <br />had drunk themselves sad. I got my Little melted Lego <br />Man and replaced his head with a smiling Pirates one. <br />I gave it to my mother, and she like the Pirate smiled.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-an-uncle-and-the-melted-lego-man/
