Uncle Paw Paw

The voice that marinated in your soul after a conversation,
Eyes glazed with age,
Sometimes the color of tree tops,
Sometimes the color of tree trunks,

I miss him.

The scent of his cigar,
And dentured smile,
Robbie's best friend,
An irreplaceable bond.

If only I had another chance.....

To hug,
Joke,
Talk to you.

To hear you say, "I luh you"
To say...

I love you too.

Uncle Butch.

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