British Rose
did you have to die?
you left without a goodbye.
no hug and kiss or teary eye,
you passed as you wished,
no machines to let you exist.
but did you have to die?
I am hollow and lost without you here.
we were close, my best friend, mother, dear.
to leave me behind, left a lump in my throat,
to pass on April 1st was a heartless joke.
I miss you dreadfully,
I need you near,
the wounds are raw the pain severe.
but God carried you high above,
your spirit soared upon the wings of a dove.
he whisked you away without a goodbye,
no chance for a kiss or teary eye.
your soul lives in the clouds up high,
but did you have to die?