A gentle breeze caresses my cheek
And I remember times long ago as a little girl,
You brushing wayward strands from my face
And teaching me lessons of the world.
The years have not been kind to you, Uncle,
Yet you lived and loved us all so well
That now the world seems a little bleaker,
It is a little harder to laugh.
The wind continues to softly follow me,
Tenderly drying my tears.
I can feel you there, and I can smile
Knowing that your spirit still soars.
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