(This poem is about my Uncle Kris who died in a car accident on Christmas Eve, (also on my grandpa's birthday), when I was seven years old.)

Uncle Kris

I miss your laughter,

And I miss your smile.

I miss so many things about you,

That it hurts me inside.

Why did you go out that day,

With your best friend David.

It was way too early in the morning,

To be out running around.

When I woke up later that morning,

Everyone was crying in the living room.

I asked them what was wrong,

And my mom just looked at me and broke down.

They told me to sit down,

So they could tell me the news.

You had crashed your car into a pole,

And you didn't make it out alive.

My whole world came crashing down that day,

And I felt this terrible pain in my chest.

I couldn't focus on being happy,

Even though it was the day before Christmas.

It has been fourteen years,

Since that terrible day.

But it still feels like you died yesterday,

And that pain in my chest hasn't completely gone away.

I still have to see my mom cry for you,

And it hurts me to see that she hurts so bad inside.

I wish I could bring you back,

So that everyone could say goodbye to you.

Now I am the same age as you were,

When you died that terrible day.

I can't really enjoy being twenty,

Because I can't stop thinking of you.

I know that you come around me,

And that gives me so much comfort.

I guess today I need to let you go,

So I love you and goodbye Uncle Kris.

(@AshleyFranco)