Six winters ago I escaped frozen Chicago
Delighted to leave behind the snow
And trade it with an escape to the Sunshine State
Where I’d find my uncle’s smile
Beaming even more brightly than the Florida sun
My eyes widened and my heart expanded
Greeting me with open arms
It felt like my second home
Cracking a knock knock joke as he always did
Now he’s forever gone
But I pass his jokes on
To my siblings he hardly knew
Knock Knock. Who’s there?
I wish you were, my dear Uncle Mike
Do the angels find you funny, too?
by Grant Isom, grade 7, Hawthorne Scholastic Academy