A Bad Time
When she died we gave her to our Lord.
My heart felt like it was cut with a sword.
My eyes filled with tears as she was being carried.
I felt our lives falling apart the day she was buried.
No matter how long we had her it wasn't enough time.
To take a mother from her children should be a crime.
They say she's in a better place now.
If that is true please explain to me how?.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in HGarvey Daniel Esquire"Personify a tear"contest
Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2011
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