Uncle Death Poem

A man who died fighting for what he believed in

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My Hero My Uncle

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Published: February 2006

I once knew a man sweet and kind,
and I found that empty place in my heart I couldn't find.
He was a police officer nice and sweet.
He was so special he swept me off my feet.
Then one day he got shot,
but he had won the battle he had fought.
I was very sad he had gone.
But he had to do what he had done.
He helped people here and there,
he deserved the badge he would wear,
and this man who was so nice was my Uncle John who paid the price.
It was all over the news the next day everyone in my family just wasn't the same way.
My whole family was very sad.
Because he was killed in a drug bust gone bad.
He devoted his whole life to fighting drugs.
And for this he deserves more than a million hugs.
He is my hero that is true,
he has been my hero through and through.
I loved him with all my heart,
I knew he was a police officer from the start.

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  • by Alicia, Marina
  • 7 years ago

I want to say your poem has touched me because I too have lost my uncle in a tragic way he was killed also. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time fighting for some thing he believed in.

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