You said:
The last memories I had with him
He was fixing his kids bicycle
He was doing their hair cut
He played cricket with me
He buyed me a toy
And he promised he will bring something new next time and his promise is still with me next he himself didn't come
He was spending time with us
My school was off and I was playing with a bottle
He was there yelled my name I looked back and there he was buyed me sweet
That was the last timwe walked from school to home
After that I don't want to write I wanted to I would not be able to
Before that early I don't remember and in between he was my favourite childhood memories that still makes me smile but teary eyes. I wish and I wish to see him old but now I only remember him young and handsome . This is my memorial poetry fr my uncal who died 13 years ago when I was kid. Now correct grammar and give it a spoken words poetry structure
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Here is your memorial poem—corrected for grammar, shaped into spoken-word style, and kept emotionally true to what you wrote. I did not over-polish it, because grief needs honesty more than perfection.
Memories of Him
The last memories I have of him—
he was fixing his children’s bicycle,
bending down like time itself could pause.
He was cutting their hair,
hands steady, laughter loud,
turning ordinary moments into home.
He played cricket with me,
as if I were important,
as if the world had space just for us.
He bought me a toy—
and promised
he’d bring something new next time.
That promise is still with me,
because the next time never came.
He spent time with us.
That was his gift.
My school was off one day.
I was walking,
playing with a bottle,
lost in a child’s small universe.
Then I heard my name—
he yelled it.
I turned back.
And there he was.
He had bought me sweets.
That was the last time
we walked from school to home together.
After that…
I don’t want to write.
I want to—
but I don’t know if I can.
Before that, I remember little.
And after that,
everything changed.
But in between—
he was my favorite childhood memory.
The kind that makes you smile
with tears in your eyes.
I wish—
I wish I could have seen him grow old.
Instead,
I only remember him young,
and handsome,
and alive in my memory.
Thirteen years have passed.
I was a child then.
I carry him with me now.
This is not goodbye.
This is remembrance.
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