So Many Questions. Poem by brooklyn marie

there are so many questions
running through my head.
why'd you have to go?
why did god pick you instead?

about 4 years ago,
i lost you.
i dont know why.
but i did.

the hours of pain i went through
it was hard to see, them carry you out
on that flat bed.
it was hard to see you in the funeral home.

it was hard to see
my mother in tears that day.

Some say it's for the better.
some say your happier.
all i can really do is believe what they say.

But i do know,
i will see you again someday.


R.I.P Dad,
you will always be loved,
never forgotten.
November 10,20053