No Morre Goodbyes, for angel

October 11, 2010
Sitting outside the shop,
remembering taking Moms camera,


Picture taken of Grandpa.

Waking up one early Sunday,
To hear Mom crying.

Asking dad “what was wrong?”
response “you grandpa was shot.”

Can feel the tears running down.

Mom’s looking through photos,
That photo of him came up,
having a flash back to that one day
keeps playing over in my head like a record.

asking why,


why did he die?

I can’t even express i wasn’t even there,
the day they laid him down to rest.

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