I never knew cancer would take you,
I ask “why? Why do bad things happen to good people? ”
That day I realized the good in bad, cancer set you free.
I was only eleven when angels carried
You home to heaven without anyone’s consent
Your voice and your laughter is stuck
The day you stopped smiling was incredibly cold
Because that day was the day you stopped growing old.
Your curly thin blonde hair stopped growing
My daddy was kidnapped by addiction
He loved his abductor more than me.
I always wondered if I was being punished
“Our Guardian angel”
God spoke to you that day; he grabbed your hand and took you away.
He needed a pure heart to create an angel.
He whispered in your ear and said “Jerry it’s time to come home”