Poems for My Family: My Aunts and Uncles
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Our parents had to be disciplinarians.
You got to be the cooler version of what might have been.
Our parents were offered no relief from our relentless neediness.
You could point us home when we weren’t the best version of ourselves.
Our parents were always available for solid advice.
You whispered a different perspective.
Our parents' gifts often filled some outstanding needs first.
Your gifts were always what we wanted.
Our parents never made us doubt their love.
You didn’t either.
Now, as an uncle myself, it is you who I imitate.
It is me who longs to be the cool uncle.
It is me who turns rowdy children toward home.
It is me who offers a distinct way of looking at things.
It is me saying, “Let's check out the toy aisle.”
It is me filled with unconditional love.
Thanks for leading by example, and for being everything our parents couldn’t be.
Be good to each other,
Nathan
