Boxing 

by Erick Martinez

His house was always down the street from mine. That is where 

good food and happiness is mostly at. The cars rushing by and street lights

lit up the sidewalks. His dog always greeted me when I appeared  

I sat down on the couch while he stayed in his chair.

My uncle loved boxing and he got me into it.

I’m his nephew but I’m more of a friend to him.

 

I would see him peeking out the window as I came

out of school. We would wave hello and have a conversation

loud enough the whole street would hear. 

People would walk all around me while I

stood there talking to him. 

My uncle loved boxing and he got me into it.

I’m his nephew but I’m more of a friend to him.

He always offered me food whether its a nice warm sandwich

or mashed plantains with fried salami. He ate with me and could spend 

a couple hours talking about boxing. I would tell him about 

school and all the things I’ve done in gym. He would sit there and listen 

about my day. He would tell me his stories about him being younger.

My uncle loved boxing and he got me into it.

I’m his nephew but I’m more of a friend to him.