Uncle Billy Connors

He was not my uncle

but he was a very close friend

He admired my mom

and she returned the affection

He came to live with us

after his wife died

He was a comical soul

making us laugh so hard

Dad didn’t like his spitting

in the bucket after chewing baccy

He taught me to drive

and I passed my test

He took me to Corner Brook

to do a course at the trade school

He gave my mother

his old car when he bought a new one

He’d buy a flask of gin

for mom on a Friday night

I will remember his smile

until the day I die

He went to a home

when his mind betrayed him

I visited him once

but he didn’t know who I was

He was a member of our family

and he will never be forgotten


About Newfoundland Traveller

I'm a Newfoundlander with a love of reading, writing and travelling. I've travelled around our province and lived in four provinces of Canada. I love a good book and a good blog. My family means the world to me, and some day I hope to travel to many countries of the world with my husband and sons' families.
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