The life of others comes to us in smithers,
You see a few things, hear some things,
You miss out on the most of it.
I could not have known my uncle’s youth
And should have known more about his eldest aging,
But there was that intervenience in my life,
The hand so firmly on my shoulder at Confirmation,
That gesticulated there was a someone who would always
Be right on my side. That was what I knew
For sure, enough and more to make me want
To grow to be a lot like him.
