21 March 2021
My Uncle George
Today I have felt upset all day
Tearful
I had no clue as to why
Just found out Uncle George had died
On his own terms in his own way
Not bad innings he wouldn’t complain
92 years is a good age
He lived as he died in his own way
He loved the outdoors and his Jack Russells
Uncle George you were a character
You often got my name wrong ‘Veronica’
Last time we met you got it right
Victoria that’s right
Uncle George sleep tight
We will miss you alright!
A special poem for Uncle George