The flowers and I wilted at your death,
And the angels hesitated to take your breath.
Your life was never easy, that I know,
And your moments of hurt, you never show.
You look different, your face drained of color,
And through the nights I do hear you holler.
It pains me to hear you, so with you I cry,
I can't forget the day you said goodbye.
Still you held onto hope, that I admired,
Yet life never came out like you desired.
The house feels empty, like my heart,
The day the angel of death tore us apart.
- End -
Rest In Peace; July 30, 1975 - February 15, 2020
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