My Uncle Joe called me the other night. Not strange that he called, but strange because of the time he called. It was 7:30pm pacific time. He lives in a town outside of Atlanta, so it was 10:30pm his time. You see - my Uncle Joe eats dinner rather early and goes to bed way before 8:00pm usually. Of course when I saw his name pop up on the caller ID I hurried to answer. We talked for about an hour, about nothing, and about everything.
A while back Uncle Joe gave me a collection of his poems. Thank goodness you can publish your own book online now, because that is exactly what I intend to do for him. Enjoy --
Once I Knew
by
Joseph Fisher
Once I knew how to play like a child
Imagination drifting and wandering wild
Allowing myself the abandon of childhood
Reliving a life in fantasy
Which was once reality.
Once I knew how to love like a child
Caring for everything in a very special way
Rejoicing at the beauty of many things
Farfetched and illusionary now
Yet real in the past.
Once I knew how to cry like a child
Sure wish that was possible today
Life would have had less emotional strain
Growing up would not have been a fantasy
It would have remained reality.
Wish I knew how to play like a child now
To recapture the past of my youthful years
To love unselfishly as I had once known
To live for the only reason for which I was born
True harmony with God and man.
This is only one in many beautiful poems Uncle Joe penned. Let me know how you like it. Everyone should have an Uncle Joe.
Ciao Y'all