Uncle Don Poem by Bill Grace

The man who truly had everything
Including a visit from Eleanor Roosevelt
Taught me the word 'dimension'
With a 'No'!

The mischief of that interchange so long ago
is amazing in its capacity for destruction.
My wife recoils at my embrace of its pharasaic face.
A shadow of such strength and length though he is gone,
That what was his is now my own.

The question is if it is an evil power or a thing that can bless with light
To watch for pot holes in the road of a journey through the night.