My uncle was a soldier

I just heard the news today, cue a tear,

that you were found by a loved one,

clutching your white flag.

I’m going to miss you so much,

but i really don’t blame you,

you were used like a dirty old rag.

Maybe you thought about it a million times,

but I was shocked to find out,

and wish I could have been there for you.

Life just kept getting harder at the time,

everything was slipping through your fingers,

and no one could understand what you went through.

Surrounded by reminders,

of how it all used to be,

I cant help but wonder if it was depressingly easy.

To tie a knot in your own life line,

to bring something so special to an end,

It must have felt worse than school kids teasing.

So when I’m at my knees,

facing your name carved in stone,

Know that I respect you for lasting so long.

Because in your position,

even though your gone now,

No one else could have been so strong.

My uncle was a soldier

Paula Stirland

Bellevue, Australia

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A poem for my uncle. he spent his life caring for my grandmother and after she passed away there were a lot a hassles and they were too much of a burden on his already wieghed down shoulders. Sadly, he took his life. Rest in peace Alister.

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