Rocking hands,

on the big pink swing

the feeling so familiar,

now I feel the pinch

Numerous times spoken,

Hundreds of times watched,

The TV still seems empty,

without your earthly shadow

You're still there here,

But the times, everything has changed

The distance has widened

The heart a less aching

Now your thought is just a big smile- for the spent times.

(This is for my Uncle who is alive and fine but our equation has changed. I dedicate this to him not because I am not close to him any more but because his  rare smile still makes me smile.)