A Favorite Uncle Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staring into future reflections, seeing generations of family standing on shores of life beyond us.
Hurting, crying, tears falling into crystal lakes of heaven, where they are held as treasures until we are again reunited with family.
Being human, grieving totally inside, our hearts are emptied as we continue our daily lives alone in thought.
Uncle Nunzio, once again with his family, happy to be together, now enjoying his after-life existence without us.
Missing him very much, he was my closest uncle through the years, because he was like an older brother to me.
When I was born, he was only fourteen, now he's gone and I'm fifty-seven.
Life is an empty circumference with no bottom to fathom, no future to hold, only memories together held tightly with the love of family closeness.