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My Uncle Wayne

To whom I own my middle name
He raised his nephews
as a mentor most needed

Camping trips to his property
each one a trip to remember
He didn’t just teach us,he reached us
Kept use in touch
when we didn’t have much

I found out his secret
now that I’m older
my mom raised her family
Wayne was the older brother

In a way he is repaying her

He taught us respect for a gun
how to get a jeep out of mud
a truck unwedged from a tree
and how to pick a good porno magazine
the little things that seem so big

That is what my uncle did

— IKnowNoBox, Oct 09, 2007

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Region, Country: East Coast, USA

Favorite Poets: Weird Elf, Shel Silverstein, The Poet Anonymous

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follettvogue

18 years 8 months ago

my uncle wayne.

paula buckenham full of fondness and pride , you write your thoughts and blend your lines into ryme, loved the humbleness it evoked, very clever poem. paula.
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Quillsvein1

18 years 8 months ago

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have to echo the comment by follett--you have a tremendous humility here as you do in all your work. without critiquing it technically and just accepting it, the words play like an untramelled record of life experience without skipping a beat. great job!
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 8 months ago

Oh man,

this brought up a lot for me, not about my uncles, who were pretty distant, but about me as an uncle. I wish I could have given so much. Out of the 8 nephews and nieces I taught one to value her own magic and poetry, another I shared the magic of the wild with, one other has published on this site... you know maybe I have given a bit, but mostly been a bad example. cheers, Jess
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 8 months ago

Jess you brought them the gift of "gray matter"

The "bad things" teach them to exist outside the box in the real world.Something their Hyper-insulating parents would never do(not without flak). My uncle gave me a sense of humor,so now I can smell funny. Cheers, Dabbler
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Calliope

18 years 8 months ago

Very personal

I don't know if ryming is what you had in mind, but I think it would give it the extra oomph. Though I didn't know my uncles,I thought it very touching and wish I had that kind of connection.