joslyn

The house was on fire, 

And the ceiling fell.

But when it did, 

It didn't land well.
 

It was your cause of death,

At just fourteen. 

You had to leave, 

And now I grieve.

Dealing with the grief 

makes it seem like

I got my heart 

took by a thief.  

The reality of you

 not being here,

Only brings me fear. 

I always ask, 

why did you have to pass away

 so young. 

But every time I do

 It makes me cry.
 

The only way I can accept your death.

Is just by taking a breath,

And knowing that

God takes care of it all. 
 

Now that you have a pair wings, 

You'll fly so high, 

and you’ll be with The Guy.