Naive poem

I'll forever remember that day

when my mother told me

"your uncle Gianfranco, he..

...he's gone away."

I was a little blond 5-years-old child,

and that night I was watching the TV.

My favorite show was on,

it was about a police dog named Rex.

I used to love that show.

My mother entered in my room,

I was sat on the floor,

my big eyes only for the TV.

She gave my the bad news,

then she went to the hospital.

I'm sure I didn't understand 

what was going on.

I just turned to the TV, 

enjoying the show.

I'm sure I thought:

"where did he go?"

I'm sure I thought:

"I'll see him soon!"

I'm sure I loved the show that night,

but I haven's seen him again.