Thanksgiving 2017

An open letter

Alone I sit
Remembering you kids
It's crazy how times change
I wish I was able to make them stay the same
I've always wished you kids were mine
The cool uncle the fun guy
I wish I never went out and got --
Because the party does end
And you're left alone
In the middle of a trashed room
Feeling like well -- trash
You've all changed so much
I've probably changed... too
Though, I'd hate to admit it
I remember seeing you guys
And hearing the words " T- eeeee"
Screamed at me and the hugs so tight
And now I can only get a glimpse of the
eyes that used to remember me and a low sigh, "hey" whispered in my general direction
This is where I usually curse
At fate, " that frigid b**ch "
and go looking for another drink but I won't this time because I want to be with you guys for Christmas.

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bookerdana · M Best Comment

There comes a time when we cool uncles,or us cool uncles 😎(we answer to both) must remember what we felt about our uncles and aunt around our 17th birthday. Sure we still loved them but ...we go round and round in the circle game.

That was a fine poem⭐⭐⭐⭐

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bookerdana · M

@Lostpoet Thanks for Best Comment,btw..no notification,on that....it WERE a confusin' sentence

SW-User

@bookerdana Yea you right. My 2 older grandchildren are already there. Wife and I are used to it now. 👍 🙂

bookerdana · M

@SW-User its just that Puff no longer went to play..we can't be heroes forever

SW-User

I liked the poem because in my family, my wife and I were considered the favorite aunt and uncle and now we hardly see any of them anymore. 👍

Lostpoet · M

@SW-User Do you have any kids of your own?

SW-User

@Lostpoet 2 and 6 grandchildren.

Lostpoet · M

@SW-User nice👍

FrogManSometimesLooksBothWays · M

Nice! 🌲

SW-User

I like your style of writing. I can almost see a story reading your words.

Lostpoet · M

@SW-User Thank you my writing style is very immaturish I was studying for my Ged when I wrote this, but it's also very real. It was thanksgiving and I had drank myself sick and was just lonely thinking about how everything seemed to change. I missed seeing my nephews and nieces. I missed the times when i didn't want to drink myself sick. This was a very real wish that I could go back to when they were younger and I was still Uncle Teee. I probably should have just kept in my diary but at the time i was trying to write a poem a week and I didn't have anything better to send so I sent this one and they actually accepted it; Which surprised me.

SW-User

@Lostpoet The real is what makes it so relatable. :)

Lisaandchestnut · 31-35, F

Nice

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