July 31, 2008
By Winter Williams, Oskaloosa, KS

i hear the angels calling as i lay here in my bed
they call his name to come with us
as he smells the breath of death
he tells them hes not ready
he says this life is mine
but they thell him its his time
as he falls into the darkness falling one step at a time
he hears his name they call again for him to come and play
he feals the presher on his kneck and tastes the death of pain
before he goes he sees the light
and goes into the darkness which forever is his night.

The author's comments:
this poem is about my cosin jordan. he died on mothers day of 2005. i wrote this because i was not able to go to his funeral and i felt like this was my way of saying good bye.

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