“My Uncle Jake”
Here’s a man who only wanted wings,
Flying was his most favorite thing.
He took to the sky his freedom he did seek
Until Uncle Sam said he wanted to meet.
The war was his life and his plane was shot down
The Germans caught up to him and marched him to town.
He entered the prison camp his life had been spared
It didn’t appear that the Germans cared.
His mother, his brothers and sisters too
Prayed for his life that he would come through.
Jake didn’t give up, he took what was given
He knew in his heart he would escape this prison.
It was days, then months or close to a year
When soldiers marched in, with all of their gear.
The prisoners were free, the gates were opened wide
They celebrated, they cried they were so filled with pride.
Once again he took to the sky in a military bird
Thinking, praying and not saying a word.
He knew this experience would never leave his head
Telling his parents was something he dread.
This is not very easy nor was this a test
We know in your heart you did your very best.
It’s really hard to let you go and not to cry
As we say our final Good-byes.
Your life and soul is now at peace
Uncle Jake, I will miss you from your loving niece.
You are loved
Sally Hill Mecker
11/10/12
