The Final Goodbye Poem by Naomi Johnson

The Final Goodbye

When we laid your body to rest
the agony of pain enters my chest.

I started to cry and scream
wishing that this was all a dreadful dream.

But in my eyes, I saw it was true
I just wish it was not you.

I never envision the day
that you will be so viciously taken away.

You were young and full of fun
now your life was taken away instantly from me, my beloved son.

Your years on this earth are far too few
and your life was taken horrifically too soon from you.

You should have been allowed to live
since you had a lot to give.

The horrific images in my mind of how you die I
keep asking myself over and over again why?

It is hard for the pain to relinquish from my soul
and keep my mind from being mentally whole.

While your murderer is walking free.
The final goodbye is killing me.

© By: Naomi Johnson
11- 8-14