The Loss of Loved Ones

The loss of a loved one is extremely hard. It's one of those things that catch you off guard. I learned at a young age the meaning of life. And for two long years I dealt with the strife. My mom she got sick when I was sixteen. Watched her suffer and die when I was eighteen . I had to watch my poor mother wither away. But as a strong woman's how she would stay. She may only have weighed just eighty pounds. She hung on her faith where her strength she found. The strength to go on as long as she could. She suffered so much more than anyone should. To watch her die for two whole long years. When I think of it now it still brings me to tears. To honor her life and live life her way. Only way I can do that is live day to day. What are the odds while writing this poem. I just lost a good friend, to know him was to love him. GOOD BYE CARL I'LL MISS YOU!!!!