A Voice from the Eastern Door
May 6, 1985 – June 10, 2015
Here I stand the first year at your grave,
Still trying to accept the decision the Creator made,
I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue,
Of why at thirty he had to take you.
I would have made the choice,
If I'd been giving one,
Today someone will die; either you or my daughter
I would have stood tall and cried
"Creator let it be me!"
But obviously Creator doesn't work that way
For whatever reason he wanted you that day
And now here I stand with tears in my eyes
Every day this year, I can't tell you goodbye
I only say I love you and try to concentrate
To hear your voice, to feel your touch, to see your beautiful face
And if I live to be a hundred I'll still ask him every day
"Why didn't you take me instead of my beautiful daughter?"
Mom, Tyren, Ellie, Cheyanne, Jason, Cody, Cash, Stacy, German, Kaydence, Kennon, Khloe, Kalab & Kiera
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