At first, I found writing for my uncle a bit challenging as I was never that crazy about him and he has always and still is a force to be reckoned with, although there is still respect between us. I had to think long and hard about how I would be able to create something decent for someone who was never my favorite person, but the fact that he is hurting now helped me in deciding to do a ‘story’ styled poem that would describe his strong character by referring to related concepts. As I began to write, I actually got into it, so here goes:
The Blazing Stone
Zealous roads we tread, lasting long, leading to Nowhere
Until we reached the land of Together
A stretch of land where flowers grew and clean was the air
I looked out of our kitchen window and noticed a blazing stone
The smokescreen from it formed words saying,
“Through it all, you will never be alone.”
Our white picket fence stood in rich soil which plentifully produced fruit
From our labor together – yet alone
In a busy city swarming with blue ties, white shirts, and black suits
…and the flame grew, blazing still
You saw it too
It gave us both chills…
While prejudice flew like bees in summer, we still stayed with the times
Despite all that came against us together – with them
It was an era when harsh truths were designed
Fighting for our rights was a daily and long-drawn game
That we won together – with many
Who lived and died for the cause until we overcame
This struggle was done, so we looked to check our flame again
There was no blaze but the smokescreen read,
“It is not over – next time hold hands.”
Many happy years went by but with a few ups and downs
That didn’t really matter because
We were together, and you were always around
But we were content with life as it was despite a very hard past
Living for ourselves – together
Must be the way to make it last
But seemingly all of a sudden our world began to change
The downs grew much larger
And the ups began to wane
The day that pain and heartache came knocking on our door
I saw our flame rise much higher
Than it ever had been before
“Take her hand now!” It said, just as you drifted away
“How will I make it now?”
This was all that I could say.
I ran to the blazing stone in search of an answer in truth
No smokescreen to read, but a voice said,
“Remember the days of your youth!…
This flame will blaze continually, as a monumental fire
you are not alone for there is one who will care until you retire
I will still stand high and shine, you can run to me and stand…
being sure of your destination leading to the Land of Together again!”
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