An Ode to an Uncle
An Ode to an uncle
By: Hannah Beasley
You died doing what you loved; Playing basketball
Your tall lanky body was always perfect for the sport
You died happy
You died wearing some trashed kicks that you only played ball in,
Because you knew you couldn't scuff up a single pair of your 70 dollar shoes
You died happy
You died never knowing you’d never become a NASA engineer
Meaning,
You died happy
This poem is about:
My family