For George
It was snowing, the day you left
I awoke to a phone call
The reason, I thought, was for another
My eyes were still closed
When I found out yours were too
I opened them to see the snow
And knew yours never would
You’ve left before your time
Before even your father could say goodbye
I’ll miss you uncle, and the toys you gave me
I miss the years that have gone by without you
I wish you could see the snow
So I could say goodbye
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