My Uncle Mark liked bugs and beetles.
I too like bugs and beetles.
I wish he could see my collection.
My Uncle Mark played clarinet.
I love to play this too.
I wish he knew I play his clarinet.
My Uncle Mark loved to climb.
I too like climbing cliffs,
But I never climbed with him.
My Uncle Mark is my mum’s big brother
He died
When she was twenty one.
When I am at my granny’s house
I remember my Uncle Mark
His memory is all around.
My Uncle Mark I only know
From other’s memories.
I never met my Uncle Mark.
I wish Uncle Mark knew me.