It happened in the dead of night,

Watching TV in the quiet.

Out of nowhere the phone starts ringing,

She hears her mother in a riot.

“Mother Dear what is wrong?

Please tell me what you have to say.” 

"Daughter Dear please do not cry,

Your Uncle..he has passed away.”

Now she sits there three weeks later,

Saying still he is not gone.

She looks down at her locket

Wishing he was there to lean on.

As she prays to herself,

They carry him out the door.

The pastor helps to give some peace,

While she’s frozen to the floor.

“Daughter Dear here have some flowers”

“Mother Dear where do they go?”

“Daughter Dear, there, on the casket.”

Then she hears those guns blow.

They all walk up one-by-one,

She stands there waiting for her turn.

As she reaches to touch the casket,

The locket drops never to return.

She finally cried,

It took so long.

“I can’t make it without you,

Oh Dear Uncle what went Wrong?”