Poem #9

My mother,
well she is dead to me.
My father,
I wish he was free.

My Grandpa, you served as a father,
i love you like one.
you made sure my brother and i
always had so much fun.

and then God came,
and he took you away.
it scarred us all.
i really wish you could be here today.

i miss you so much.
not a day goes by,
without me thinking of you.
but with Jesus is where you now lye.