Uncle Tim

Fluid filled his lungs
Choking out the last breaths of life
Left in his fragile body.
The world spun away,
Losing him forever
As the rest of his brothers watched.
The doctors said his time was up
They failed and lost him
To the cruel inner demon
Known to society as cystic fibrosis.
The pulse goes away
A message is passed on
Tim is no longer with us,
The white screen shows,
His cheer and sarcasm,
Satirical sense of humour,
Has left the building.
All that remains with us
Condolence cards, memories
And the love we all had for Uncle Tim.