In the golden glow of Antigua's sun, Where laughter danced and time seemed none, A loving uncle's joyful embrace, Gave piggyback rides, a smile on his face. Years drifted like the ocean tide, Since I last stood by his side, As a young teen, life pulled me away, Yet memories lingered, refusing to sway. In recent years, we found our way, Connecting hearts across the days, Plans were made to meet once more, On that cherished, sunlit shore. But fate, the thief of time, has flown, Leaving dreams we'd scarcely sown, In the echo of his laughter's trace, His spirit lives in that warm, gentle place.