evelyn

There comes a point in life,
When you are asked to talk with nothing to say.
You wish you could have done more,
But all that you are left with are the memories,
Of times good and grand, carefree times of youth
And those places only known to the best of friends.
Certain things are not meant for a child so young.
At seventeen a mother belongs with her son,
A merciless God has taken her, leaving him with none.
Questions arrive in due time replacing the anger within,
Questions never to be answered, darkness closing in.
Troubling times are met with troubling thoughts,
All time spent here on earth was all for naught.
An explanation for this cannot be attained,
Nothing more can be done to help dull the pain.
The sky is crying, mourning the loss of one so dear,
Leaving the ground washed out with hurt so sincere.
Knocking on heaven's great pearly door,
There is not one person who could deserve it more.