Uncle Marty

There are stories



Then there are the ones

That stick with you

A Saga

An on going

Story growing

Into a statue

Someone to


Forever &…….

I drift back

In time

I can feel his


And his words

Uncle Marty

Was a Man’s Man

I could listen to him

Hang onto his every word

He knew & he loved me

His personality

Left such an


Why he could

Sell nails

For toothpicks

My Mind grew

While I wanted

To fill my world

with his words

As I looked back

At those years


Uncle Marty

His talks

My world

Would be


The story


His Saga

Would be

A world


His name



6 thoughts on “Uncle Marty

  1. Loved this my dear friend!!
    Made me think of my granddad those talks will forever be in my heart..How I loved spending the summer as a kid at the lake house with my grandma and him..while most kids would do other things I enjoyed the time and stories of real life you know back then lol…
    Hope you are having a good day and all is going well for you…

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  2. My Grandfather was my rock growing up, I still miss him. A beautiful tribute to someone who means so much. Excellence, I’m sure he’s proud😊 And that he still influences you through all you do. Peace and love, Kim

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