My Old Uncle Bertie
They call it a
gaff when you refer to you great uncle as uncle. What are you suppose to call
him, great uncle Bertie. I call my
mother’s cousin, cousin. Should I be changing that too? Are we going to want so
much to find fault that we would pick on the salutation we give our family
members. I remember so more harsh flaw that were base on the individuals’
recollection and not information handed down, but who cares, those were gaffes,
let’s leave them alone.
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My Old Uncle Bertie Mom told me, that’s how I know Yonder placers where my uncle would go Once he started out he would travel far away Learning about uncle Bertie was a game we would play Dad was mostly gone so he would never partake Uncle Bertie was his hero though the stories seemed fake Names are blurred now, I can scarcely recall Cause when I heard them I was much too small Looking back I vaguely remember they said he would stay Every day for six months in the Attic tuck away Back in Exposed to a demeaning life which war puts its stamp Rescue was made before my birth and the story is faulty Taking It’s a family thing to call my great uncle, uncle Bertie Even though I hardly knew him he was always uncle to me |
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