One Day

I came across a picture of my dad and my uncle very much like this one. They were about the same age as these fellas and had on those same tight, tight shorts like the basketball players use to wear back in the day. I never got to know my uncle, one of those tragic mistakes that you never get a chance to fix. I remember when me and my dad went to visit my uncle's grave. Pops broke down in soft tears when he realized that he was now older than his older brother. The other picture reminds me of me and my younger brothers when we were kids. I wonder if they'd feel the same for me, if I were to go.

submitted by Dremaceo Giles
Houston, Texas, USA
October 1997

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