Affect of death

by Heather   Dec 21, 2005


The preacher said you were in a better place,
but where could be better than here.

I know your in heaven,
I'll see you agian there.

But mommy is crying,
she won't talk to me.

Grandpa sits in his chair all day,
I barely got him here.

Grandma won't go in your room,
she's afraid she might die too.

And I'm just standing here,
wondering about you.

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