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Reader Gave Poem As Gift To Uncle Serving As U.S. Army Chaplain
I Knew My Uncle All My Life
I knew my uncle all my life,
He could levitate a fork and knife.
People called him Father, I called him Uncle Stephen,
And one day I found out that he
was leavin’.
My Uncle Stephen is a priest,
And where he was going was far east.
Let’s just say he was crossing
an ocean,
And when he was leavin’ everyone showed emotion.
He played soccer, he was a champ.
He could even climb walls at his
boot camp.
He stays and hangs out with his friends very late,
When he is supposed to go to bed at 9:30 or 8.
He wakes up at 4, boot camp
ends at 7.
Because of his practice and faith he’s going to heaven.
After a hard working day,
He likes to go home to sleep and pray.
When I saw him in his uniform
and hair all off,
All I did, was gasp and cough.
He told us that this was his life,
now new,
And that this is what he wanted to do.
We respected his wise decision,
And then there was a collision.
Would he be here for the holidays
or the gathering?
And yes, there was some unpleasant chattering.
People telling him what to do,
But he just said I want to make the skies blue.
To see those men and boys,
To bring them prayers and joys.
He’s a warrior, a preacher, a giver,
A lover, a carer, a liver.
He’s one of us and one of you,
This is one thing he chose to do.
So Uncle Stephen, e-mail us, tell us something new
Cause we do care and love you.
Give us a clue, like, are you okay?
What are you doing this day
or that day?
When you chose to do this we didn’t know how to handle it,
Because you only gave us
a little brief tidbit.
Now we fully know what to do,
And we’ll do it just for you.
We’ll be warriors and preachers
for you, with you.
We’re all in this together
for a new world and a new you.
We really miss you!!
And love you too!!
— Casey McDevitt, 10
I knew my uncle all my life,
He could levitate a fork and knife.
People called him Father, I called him Uncle Stephen,
And one day I found out that he
was leavin’.
My Uncle Stephen is a priest,
And where he was going was far east.
Let’s just say he was crossing
an ocean,
And when he was leavin’ everyone showed emotion.
He played soccer, he was a champ.
He could even climb walls at his
boot camp.
He stays and hangs out with his friends very late,
When he is supposed to go to bed at 9:30 or 8.
He wakes up at 4, boot camp
ends at 7.
Because of his practice and faith he’s going to heaven.
After a hard working day,
He likes to go home to sleep and pray.
When I saw him in his uniform
and hair all off,
All I did, was gasp and cough.
He told us that this was his life,
now new,
And that this is what he wanted to do.
We respected his wise decision,
And then there was a collision.
Would he be here for the holidays
or the gathering?
And yes, there was some unpleasant chattering.
People telling him what to do,
But he just said I want to make the skies blue.
To see those men and boys,
To bring them prayers and joys.
He’s a warrior, a preacher, a giver,
A lover, a carer, a liver.
He’s one of us and one of you,
This is one thing he chose to do.
So Uncle Stephen, e-mail us, tell us something new
Cause we do care and love you.
Give us a clue, like, are you okay?
What are you doing this day
or that day?
When you chose to do this we didn’t know how to handle it,
Because you only gave us
a little brief tidbit.
Now we fully know what to do,
And we’ll do it just for you.
We’ll be warriors and preachers
for you, with you.
We’re all in this together
for a new world and a new you.
We really miss you!!
And love you too!!
— Casey McDevitt, 10
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