Randy Johnson


Stacy - Poem by Randy Johnson

She was a special girl but now she's gone.
It's hard but she'd want our lives to go on.
It's hard to accept that she's dead.
She should've had many more years ahead.

Now her children are left without a father and a mother.
She was good to her children and people loved her.
It's so sad that her life came to an end.
She touched the lives of all of her friends.

She loved her sister and her two brothers.
She was very close to her mother.
She was so good throughout the years.
Now people say good-bye and shed their tears.

She cared about her family as well as others.
Now her children are being raised by their grandmother.
She was only twenty-five when she was killed.
Now you can understand the grief that I feel.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 3, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 20, 2010


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