From this perspective
my uncle appears so

small

as if Death had place him
at the wrong

end of a telescope

but I am not
taken in by this

illusion

see him in my mind's
eye

drawn from
memory

like an over-spilling bucket
winched from a well

bursting at the seams
with life

towering over

Death
looking pale & insignificant.

I held in the big strength
of his tenderness

the sun
his smiling

the weather
his laughter

the wind
his stories

ruffling my hair
with his breath.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perspective-for-helen/