The Storyteller

I remember when my uncle used to sit at the couch
He seemed to be from an age of old
Where fables and fairy tales were shared by the old
With a wide smile and anxious voice, he’d tell my cousins and I stories
Stories that were told from generations to generations
Stories that carry love and care, hope and despair
Stories of giants and fairies
Of tricksters and shrewd wizards
Of adventures and bravery legends
“Hurry, hurry, tell us the story,” said one of us
With a clear and swiftly voice
“Once upon a time, there is, was, are, and were…
Images were created in our minds
They were dancing, battling, singing, and living their sorrows.
They were reconstructing, speaking, exhaling, and waiting for chances.
As the stories end, lessons were worth learning and sharing
Messages of wisdom, resistance, truth, and faith
Such stories bonded us and kept our memories alive

So bless his sweet soft soul
That was cable of widening our creativity and imagination
Of entertaining, inspiring, informing, connecting, and educating