The love For a Nephew
(His smile wide his teeth shining
as he stood with the bright guitar in his hand.)
As he lays in the casket some month later
all fancy and nice, he looks up to the stained glass windows
(The guitar so nice so strong
with its all mesmerizing sound)
the tears from the family friends and children
fall to the ground without a sound
(he looks into his uncles eyes
with joy with pride in his guitar)
the minister stands and reads the script
and he bows his head to the uncle who shall play
(He takes his pick from the case,
and strums the guritar with such grace)
the man with the guitar stands infront,
on stage ready to sing
(As he sits with his uncle
their guitars both in tune)
the man begins to play the song
that was once his nephews dream
(They sit and laugh at faults at trys
as their guitars play side by side)
pick in hand he strums the tune
and looks to the casket tears filling his eyes
(Their laughter filled the room with joy with love,
as the music came together like it was meant to be.)
half way through the tune becomes that afternoon a month ago.
the one with joy and laughter, the one with love.
(As the music slows and is perfected
they set down their guitars and embrace eachother)
The song comes to an end as the church fills with sobs,
with tears of sorrow of longing of loss
(They seperate and look at eachother with joy with faith,
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poem by Bethany Maxwell
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