POETRY Reading: Uncle Ricky, by Dominique Carson
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1m 47s
Performed by Val Cole
POETRY:
Uncle Ricky, a Gentle Giant
Uncle Ricky, a brilliant soul
He gave his near and dear a softer grace
With his gap-toothed smile on his face
His laugh filled a room as he told his vivid stories.
A smooth swagger, a heart in bloom
A brother, father, mentor, uncle, friend, and garden healer
When he gave advice, it felt like gold
And wasn’t afraid to be bold
Uncle Rick, sharp and fly with a thinking grace
He could light a flame with his looks and charm.
He was a plant whisperer, sunshine sower, and dream weaver
But when he felt ill, the skies grew gray
But he was finding a way
Whether it was a wink, a grin, a knowing nod, or with God’s guidance.
Now, when I work and continue to help clients heal with massage
He is a light within my legacy
Forever etched in every part
His presence reminds me of God’s power that never yields
His memory will always be my quiet and enlightening guide
His love won’t cease, his story shall forever rise, and lives
So we just don’t say goodbye, see you later
As you remain, a star eternally in the skies
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