Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Favorite Nephew


A young child, a favorite nephew, sitting amidst grown-ups, grieving, yet celebrating his Uncle.
Filled with tears, so young to have to be sitting here listening to stories of people who held his Uncle dear.
Tales and stories he may never remember as he grows older, yet he will always know how much people everywhere loved his Uncle Scott.
Overflowing with tremendous emotional sorrow, how can one so young fathom this thing we call death?
How sweet, his voice reverberating through the church's collective mind, I love you, Uncle Scott, forever.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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