fate

There is never a day, My sister doesn't shed a tear, There is not enough years to hide, The blood from wounds she's washed With tears, When she strolls down the hall, You’ll see her pause and stare in awe, She’ll see his picture and feel empty wondering, “How could god take something so small.” A mothers pain from losing a child, Is like seeing a bright future turned into a loving memory, All she wants is her son, As she grieves she inst begging for your sympathy, Some days are worse than others, But not one goes by where my sister ponders, “What did i do to be forced to live with such a horrible mystery.” Why do they say what happens is meant to be, Some may say everything happens for a reason, Depression covers her body like a coat, During the wintery holiday season.