It was a warm, spring afternoon.
He was taken from me too soon.
I was sat down and told that he was gone.
He was found dead in his home.

He died all alone.
My heart was gone.
It laid on the floor, shattered.
I felt bruised and battered.

I screamed at God, "Wasn't my Mema enough?"
I fell to my knees; this was too tough.
I yelled at God, "What do I do with all I need to say?"
I asked softly, "Why couldn't he stay?"

Everyone said that I'd be fine.
And what I needed most was time.
Time could never heal this hole in my heart.
No one could catch me as I fell apart.

We buried him and a part of me.
I kept waiting for him to come and say, "I'm fine sweetheart. See?"
But all I saw were my falling tears.
All that came true were my horrible fears.

Now all that's left are the memories he gave me.
His loving eyes and his joyous smile is all I see.
His voice and laughter is what I hold dear.
The memories wipe away a tear.

His other family will pay,
For what they did on that day.
The family will pay, if not on earth then in paradise.
I'll wait because justice is worth the sacrifice.