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Hindsight Is 20/20

May 8th, 2014

Death seems like when it comes it comes in splurges 
Strictly to disturb your chemistry
And re-direct your focus
Death comes big and it comes and flirts with 
Things that seem to exaggerate its explosion
Things come and go
Sometimes fast or slow
So memories u keep and emotions u let go
People tell me I’m wise
I really think I'm slow
Because sometimes things hit me so fast I step back
and think whoa
How did that go past?


I miss having class and taking a bus to see my uncle 
I miss seeing my grandma and having those discussions 
About the jazz she loved, the detail in the percussion 
She saved me a lot when my parents started fussing 
Even at an older age family can play 
A large role in a life—though attention is not paid 
I remember when my uncle looked me in my face 
And told me with sincere love that u could go anyplace 
The times they made me mad 
Now I look back and laugh 
Thinking about if I could have seen myself now 
The emotions I had when I was mad would change to 
a raise of an eyebrow 
The amazing things they did!
I can glare and say how 
The nights have become endless in the aftermath of the dark cloud 


My uncle was tremendous in his endeavors to advance 
But if he ever got ahead he would look back and glance 
And pull u up with him 
Get u out of the trenches 
He balled his fist up to fight the fight until it was finished 
His impact will never diminish in his progressive lack of presence 
My grandma dug deep holes to produce strong roots 
She made an impression on you from your cranium to your glutes 
She was knowledgeable with a depth deep enough to move 
Some of the mightiest mountains 
Her wealth was like a fountain 
Stronger than a wall 
But graceful as a doll 
All I can do now 
Is take their advice and make them proud 
I may not have always known but I can see it now

Blake Holland is a student at Uniondale High School studying under Mrs. Diana McIntyre. "Hindsight is 20/20" was submitted this year to a poetry contest at the Uniondale Public Library.


The poet has given us an impressively deep and layered poem as well as allowing us the privilege of meeting some of his memorable loved ones.

Come back for another day of poetry tomorrow. If you want to be part of 30 Days of Poetry, send your poems to until May 30th. I look forward to hearing from you!

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