Uncle Henry Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones
Uncle Henry
Uncle Henry, in a corner,
sleeping by the fireplace.
Dreaming of his long gone childhood
firm of form and fair of face.
Uncle Henry cries so softly,
thinking of those days, long gone.
Childish pranks and long dead friendships
in the warmth of Summer sun.
Growing into early manhood,
quickening to maidens’ charms,
Henry brings them love and laughter
in the comfort of his arms.
Smooth - skinned girls with golden tresses
charming him with female guiles.
Henry stirs to their caresses,
slowly, Uncle Henry smiles.
Once again his limbs are supple,
once again his heart is young
He looks back upon his future
and the songs yet to be sung
Henry’s heart soars up in gladness.
Gone the pain, and winter’s sighs.
No more fear, and no more sadness,
softly, Uncle Henry dies.
Uncle Henry in his last throes of life. Reminiscing about the good old days. At least he had something to remember, especially the golden tresses. Very nice and lilting write.
What can i write....or say...i think just feelings here....beauty, complicity, love, lost, all so sweet as music. 10 plus
I get quite emotional thinking of those golden tresses. Those were the days :)
Tom- you are right. Love, loss, death and sadness make for a more emotional, impactful and memorable write. This is a moving and stirring write -10
So very beautifully written... I tip my hat to you on this one, Sir!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Simply beautiful Thomas - celebration of a life well lived. Good old Henry, your Dad, bless him.