A Stellar Flare of Young Adult Writing and Visual Art

Dear Uncle


In your hospital bed,
I see you dying,
In your eyes I see you smiling,
Like I’m the only person,
There with you,
I hear the doctors talk in hushed voices,
Exchanging facts,
I hear your vitals,
Strong and alive,
I smell the IV solution, 
Slowly dripping into your veins,
I smell the, 
And sorrow,
I smell my mother’s arms,
Holding me tight,
And I feel my mother’s warmth,
Pressing against my skin,
I hear,
Her telling me everything will be alright,
But I know,
In my heart that,
Will ever be the same…

About the Author

Thirteen year old Morgan writes poetry about her own experiences.This poem is about her uncle dying and what she remembers from that time.

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This entry was posted on June 6, 2019 by in Poetry and tagged , , .
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