When "the good die young"
It is true when they say, “the good die young”
For I witnessed the passing of the most wonderful soul
Her melody prematurely unsung
The strength that she left behind
Resigned in her children and her loved ones
When “the good die young” they leave pieces of themselves
The emptiness she left in my heart
Filled with appreciation and passion
For without her I would not know what it truly feels like
To live
When “the good die young” they open eyes to parts of life
Previously unseen
She lived as though every day was her last,
And when that day came
This was taught to the ones who had to prepare
To live
Without her
When “the good die young” they are never truly forgotten
But instead imbedded
In the way that the people they leave behind learn
To live
The passing of loved ones and mentors is never easy
But there is always something to retain from the darkness
To use in the light
When “the good die young.”