From this perspective <br />my uncle appears so <br /> <br />small <br /> <br />as if Death had place him <br />at the wrong <br /> <br />end of a telescope <br /> <br />but I am not <br />taken in by this <br /> <br />illusion <br /> <br />see him in my mind's <br />eye <br /> <br />drawn from <br />memory <br /> <br />like an over-spilling bucket <br />winched from a well <br /> <br />bursting at the seams <br />with life <br /> <br />towering over <br /> <br />Death <br />looking pale & insignificant. <br /> <br />I held in the big strength <br />of his tenderness <br /> <br />the sun <br />his smiling <br /> <br />the weather <br />his laughter <br /> <br />the wind <br />his stories <br /> <br />ruffling my hair <br />with his breath.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perspective-for-helen/
