Super Poem by Tara W. Johnson

Your memory is a
keepsake everyday
I'll miss you tomorrow
And I'll hold on to yesterday
sorrow, no tears, no anger
I didn't cry at your wake
Waited till I got home,
accepted I didn't get that
call telling me Happy Birthday..
That hurts!
it was too hard
I couldn't balance life for a min
Constantly saying to myself..
Unk I'm sorry I should have answered that call...
as each day passes
I sit and wonder why
why you were taken
without a chance to say goodbye
and as I start thinking
with tears running down my cheeks
I think of life without you and it really makes me weep
Your death affected me hard,
Our family has natural causes NOT MURDER!
my mom miss you Everyday and still ask Why? Every family Crys..
R.I.P 'Super'