In 1978 my uncle, Robert D. Leslie, published a book of poetry entitled “Days to Remember”. I scanned the back cover of the book, which shows a photograph of my uncle and tells a little bit about him.
My uncle passed away in February 2004. My memories of him live inside my heart, as well as in photographs I have of him. It is in his book of poetry, though, that I hear my uncle’s voice.
He came to stay one night, how cute!
As he opened up his gym bag,
and exclaimed, “Look Dad, Old DUKE!”
Duke was a dog of colored rag.
But, Duke had so many memories for me
the moment Stephen pulled him out.
It touched my heart as I could see
a clown full son about.
Duke was sewn and patched, but always kept his charm.
He was smuggled to bed at night to share a cozy pad.
Very often hugged and talked to, or carried in the arm,
and loved and always company for a little lad.
– Written by Robert D. Leslie
My inspiration for this particular blog was a photograph of my friend Skye’s son, Caden, cuddling his beloved “Whiskers”, which Skye had posted on her blog.