An Ode to an Uncle

An Ode to an uncle  

By: Hannah Beasley    

You died doing what you loved; Playing basketball

Your tall lanky body was always perfect for the sport

You died happy

You died wearing some trashed kicks that you only played ball in,

Because you knew you couldn't scuff up a single pair of your 70 dollar shoes

You died happy

You died never knowing you’d never become a NASA engineer

Meaning,

You died happy

 

This poem is about: 
My family

Comments

Jan Wienen

Thank you ...

hannah beasley

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